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THE  •  SEVENTY-  FIFTH 
ANNIVERSARY-  PAGEANT 


BY  ETHEL  M.  DAMON 
ILLUSTRATED  -    BY 
.  MAY  FRASER  AND 
JESSIE   C.    SHAW 


JUNE  21,  1916 


To 

ARTHUR  FLOYD  GRIFFITHS 

and 

THE  TRUSTEES  OF  THE  OAHU  COLLEGE 

representatives  of  that 
LONG  LINE  OF  PRESIDENTS  AND  TRUSTEES 

WHO 
NEVER  LOSING  HOLD  ON  THE  IDEAL 

not  only  have  built 
THE  PUNAHOU  OF  TODAY 

but  also 
are  surely  fashioning 

THE  PUNAHOU  OF  TOAORROW 

this  anniversary  book 

A  SHADOWING-FORTH  OF  THE  PUNAHOU  IDEAL 
is  dedicated. 


The  design  on  the  cover  is  the  work  of  Ar. 
James  A.  Wilder. 

The  gourd  water-bottle  "  huewai "  of  the  ancient 
Hawaiians,  full  of  life-giving  fluid  from  the  new 
spring  "  Punahou,"  and  the  torch  "  kukui,"  giving 
life  and  light  to  all,  represent  the  end  and  aim  of 
Punahou.  The  seven  and  five  kukui  nuts  fastened 
to  the  outside  of  the  torch  may  easily  be  read  75 
for  this  anniversary. 


AN  OPEN  LETTER  TO  ALL  PUNAHOU  BOYS 

AND  GIKLS,  BIG  AND  LITTLE, 

FKOMATHKUTOZ 

Dear  Children: 

Early  in  the  year  1915  the  Trustees  of  the  Oahu  College  sat 
solemnly  around  a  big  table  and  deliberated.  In  their  deliber- 
ations they  decided  that  Punahou,  on  arriving  at  the  mature 
age  of  seventy-five  years,  should  have  a  big  party,  and  that 
one  day  of  this  party  should  be  devoted  to  the  cutting  and 
eating  of  a  huge  birthday  cake  with  five  and  seventy  twinkling 
candles. 

It  was  to  be  a  new  kind  of  cake,  called  Pageant  Birthday 
Cake.  And  it  was  to  be  made  of  a  queer  dusty  flour  called 
history,  but  sugar  and  spice  and  all  that's  nice  were  to  go  into 
it  too,  with  a  good  deal  of  foreshortening  to  make  it  light. 
For  a  long  time  Miss  Winne  and  Miss  Damon  went  about 
the  towft  gathering  up  this  history-flour,  and  finding  to  their 
amazement  that  it  wasn't  really  dry  at  all.  Mrs.  Cox  and 
Miss  Castle  helped  too,  getting  spice  and  salt  and  plums  and 
things.  Miss  Shaw,  Miss  Fraser,  and  Mr.  James  A.  Wilder 
sharpened  their  pencils,  washed  their  paint  brushes,  and  made 
lots  of  pictures  to  put  all  around  the  edges  of  the  cake.  Every- 
one was  as  generous  as  could  be.  Some  gave  flour  and  some 
helped  with  sugar,  and  no  one  kept  back  his  hand,  because  all 
the  helpers  were  Punahou  boys  and  girls. 

Then  one  day  Miss  Winne  gave  Miss  Damon  a  big  wooden 
spoon  and  said,  "Now  you  must  stir  this  cake."  And  immedi- 
ately began  such  a  stirring  and  baking  as  you  never  saw !  For 
it  was  so  huge  that  it  had  to  be  baked  in  three  pans,  and  some- 
times corners  would  get  scorched  and  have  to  be  done  over 
again.  But  at  last  it  is  quite  done,  and  a  neat  white  frosting 
is  being  put  all  over  it  at  the  printing  office.  Then  on  a  Wed- 
nesday afternoon  in  June  it  will  all  be  spread  out  for  you 
to  cut. 

The  Making-and-Baking  Committee  wants  to  thank  you  all 
and  a  great  many  other  friends  for  willing  hands  and  smiling 
faces,  and  to  say  that  if  you  or  your  children  ever  care  to  look 
up  the  recipe  for  this  big  birthday  cake,  you  will  find  it  all 
carefully  laid  down  in  this  book  by 

Your  faithful 

WOODEN  SPOON. 

Honolulu,  Hawaii,  May,  1916. 


THE  SEVENTY- FIFTH 
'ANNIVERSARY-  PAGEANTS 
PUNAHOU.  %JUNE  1*116 


HE  STAGE  is  a  large  one  on  the  Alexander 
Athletic  Field  at  its  Kocky  Hill  end.  A 
rocky  sloping  wall,  about  three  feet  wide, 
curving  as  the  terrace  does,  finishes  the 
stage  at  the  back.  Against  the  back  ter- 
race a  few  ^-leaves  and  ferns.  In  gen- 
eral, the  stage  is  bare,  rocky,  sandy,  with 
a  few  shells. 

At  mauka  front  a  hala  tree.  Makai  half  way  back  are 
bushes  and  trees,  one  of  them  a  big  kamani,  com- 
pletely hiding  a  scenery  reproduction  of  the  original  E- 
shaped  building.  Back  center  of  stage  is  hollowed  into  a 
pool  so  that  the  water  from  the  spring  can  flow  down  the 
rocky  bank  a  little  way  and  into  the  pool. 

The  performance  opens  with  an  Academic  Procession 
heralded  by  the  Koyal  Hawaiian  Band  playing  the  Coro- 
nation March  by  Meyerbeer..  The  procession  forms  in- 
visibly back  of  the  President's  house  on  Kocky  Hill 
and  winds  slowly  down  the  curving  road  above  stage,  turns 
sharply  to  the  right  and  passes  thru  wings  across  stage 
toward  mauka  and  disappears  along  the  mauka  track  be- 
hind the  audience.  The  procession  consists  of  president, 
trustees,  faculty,  graduates,  and  distinguished  guests,  all 
of  these  in  either  plain  cap  and  gown  or,  where  appropri- 
ate, with  doctors'  and  masters'  hoods  and  other  bright 
colored  insignia. 

After  procession  has  passed,  a  prelude  by  Grieg  suggests 
the  symbolic  character  of  the  prolog.  The  Prolog  Spirit 
enters  from  mauka  on  platform  at  back,  carrying  a  flame 
with  both  hands,  her  costume  of  smoke  violet,  yellow, 
orange  and  green  with  her  slow,  waving  motion  giving  ef- 
fect of  smoke  and  flame;  crosses  stage  on  back  platform 
and  appears  again  from  makai  back ;  pauses  about  center 
toward  front,  and  gives  first  prolog. 


PART  I. 


PROLOG. 


HE    SPIKIT    of 
Help  fulness,    I 
who  stand  here 
I  Tending     a     flame 
that   feeds   the 
hearts  of  men. 
Tho    some    there    are    who 

latinize  my  name 
And  Education  call  me,  a 

"leading-out" 
Of  body,  soul  and  mind ;  still 

others  too 

The  Helping  Hand,  "Lima 
Kokua," 


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And  fruitful  too,  "Ka  Lima  MaMai." 

But  name  and  fame  I  seek  not  ever. 

Mine  to  tend  the  tiny  flame  that  kindles, 

Fires,  awakes,  inspires  the  thots  of  men. 

No  terror  know  they  then,  nor  heat  nor  cold, 

But  go  to  every  clime  on  earth's  wide  sphere 

With  open  helping  hand  and  heart. 

A  tale  I  have  to  tell  you  here  today 

Of  fair  Hawaii,  that  loved  land  of  ours 

Where  "Summer  dwells  eternal." 

From  off  the  distant  past  we  now  shall  lift 

The  veil  of  silence  long  untouched,  and  look 

Upon  strange  men  and  scenes  in  that  far  day 

Of  legend,  tale,  and  myth,  while  yet  no  ship 

From  colder  shores  had  sailed  the  "tranquil  sea" 

With  sailors  fair  of  face,  but  oft,  alas, 

Unfair  of  deed ;  when  all  Hawaii-nei 

Still  peopled  was  by  gods  and  god-like  men. 

From  far  Manoa  westward  stretched  a  plain 

To  Honolulu's  bay,  a  plain  so  dry 

And  parched,  so  hot  that  gods  themselves  did  cross 

It  seldom.     Once,  however,  two  were  known, 

Kane  and  Kanaloa,  to  try,  in  thirst 

And  heat,  its  passage.    How  they  fared  and  how 

Transformed  the  desert  bare,  you  now  shall  see ; 

How  to  the  lifeless  earth  and  tropic  sun 

They  added  that  third  element  which  lacked 

Before,  the  water,  that  life-giving  stream 

Of  Kane,  springing  at  his  touch.     The  earth 

Is  here,  the  sun-drawn  fire  within  my  flame ; 

Naught  fails  but  water  now,  the  fountain  source 

Whence  flow  our  life  and  wealth,  perpetual  sign 

Of  helpfulness  and  strength,  Kapunahou. 

(Ketreats  makai,  looking  mauka,  and  disappears  al- 
most immediately  behind  trees  and  shrubbery  makai 
back. ) 


EPISODE  I.     LEGEND  OF  THE  SPRING. 

Dramatized  from  the  Tenion  given  by  Joseph  8.  Emerson.      Hawaiian  translation  by  Rev. 

Henry  Hodges  Parker. 

WO  GODS,  Kane  and  Kanaloa,  enter  slow- 
ly from  mauka  end  of  stage,  on  a  journey. 
Kanaloa,  fair-complexioned,  a  sort  of 
white  devil,  carrying  a  wooden  awa  bowl. 
Kane,  true  copper-colored  Polynesian, 
carrying  a  long  staff. 

Kanaloa. 

Auhea  na  punawai  ola  au  e  Kane?  Lohe 
nui  au  i  ke  oli  o  keia  poe  i  na  kahawai  ola.  Aka,  mai  keia 
awakea  a  hiki  ia  nei  ua  hele  a  makewai  au ;  ua  wela  kuu 
alelo  iloko  o  kuu  waha. 

1.  Kanaloa  (petulantly). 

Where  are  thy  springs  of  living  water,  O  Kane?  Often 
do  I  hear  these  people  of  the  valleys  chant  of  thy  life- 
giving  streams,  but  since  noon  I  wander  thirsty,  my  tongue 
hot  in  my  mouth. 

2.  Kane. 

E  ahonui  iki  oe,  a  e  hoomaha  ae  kaua  ma  ka  malu  o  keia 
puhala. 

2.  Kane. 

Have  patience  a  little  longer.  Indeed  we  might  rest  a 
moment  under  this  hala  tree  - 

3.  Kanaloa. 

E  mea  iki  hou  ae  nei  oe  i  ke  ahonui,  a  ua  hele  a  maloo 
okoa  au,  pau  pu  me  kuu  waha.  Kei!  ka  wahahee  o  ka 
lakou  nei  oli ! 

3.  Kanaloa  (interrupting). 

A  little  more  of  thy  patience  and  I  were  dried  up,  mouth 
and  all !  What  lies  these  people  chant ! 

4.  Kane. 

Aole  wahahee,  e  Kanaloa,  he  oiaio  no.  E  nana  aku  oe 
iuka  i  ke  awawa,  kahi  i  paapu  i  ka  noe  i  kakahiaka  nei, 
noe  hanai  i  na  kahawai  o'u,  kahi  hoi  a  Hine  e  kauoha  nei 

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i  na  Kaa-ao  halihali  ua  e  holo,  a  aneane  hiki  i  kahi  a 
kaua  e  ku  nei. 

4.  Kane. 

No  lies,  Kanaloa,  but  truth.  Look  yonder  (approaches 
center  back  and  looks  mauJca,  gesturing)  up  the  valley, 
where  this  morning  the  mists  lay  thick,  feeding  my 
streams,  and  where  so  often  Hine  sends  her  cloud-chariot 
of  rain  scurrying  down  almost  to  where  we  stand. 

5.  Kanaloa. 

E,  aneane  i  kahi  a  kaua  e  ku  nei,  pono  ia  olelo  au,  pehea 
e  kahawai  ai  nau  ke  hahai  ole  ia  oe,  a  ke  loaa  ole  aku  hoi 
ia  wai?  Maanei  au  e  auwana  wale  ai  me  Kane,  ke  Akua 
o  na  waikahe,  aohe  nae  loaa  ka  wai  e  hoka  ai  kuu  awa. 

5.  Kanaloa. 

Yes,  almost  to  where  we  stand  is  well  said,  for  how  are 
they  thy  streams,  if  they  follow  thee  not,  if  thou  canst  not 
reach  them  when  thou  wilt?  Here  I  must  wander  long 
with  Kane,  god  of  flowing  streams,  and  have  not  water  to 
mix  my  awa. 

6.  Kane. 

Aohe  holo  wale  na  wai  a  pau  maluna  o  ka  ili  honua  e 
ike  ia  aku  ai  e  na  maka  ou,  e  Kanaloa.  Ina  oe  e  hoolohe, 
aole  hoi  huhu  elike  me  ka  mea  hehena,  ina  ua  lohe  oe  i 
ka  owe  ana  o  na  wai  nui  malalo  pono  iho  o  kaua  e  like  me 
a'u  e  lohe  nei. 

6.  Kane. 

All  streams  flow  not  above  the  ground  in  thy  sight, 
Kanaloa.  If  thou  wouldst  but  harken  a  moment,  instead 
of  raging  like  a  madman,  thou  couldst  hear,  as  I  do  (lean- 
ing on  his  staff  and  listening  intently),  the  sound  of  many 
waters  far  below  us. 

7.  Kanaloa. 

E  haawi  mai  kau  wahi  wai,  a  kou  wai,  o  hehea  auanei 
au,  aohe  o  ka  lohe  ka'u  e  ake  nei,  aka  o  ka  ike  maka,  a 
hoao  a  inu  hoi  maanei  me  kuu  awa.     Homai  i  wai  a  i  ole, 
aohe  oe  he  akua. 
7.    Kanaloa  (savagely). 

Give  me  of  thy  water,  or  I  go  mad — 'tis  not  to  hear  it 

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that  I  crave,  but  to  feel  it,  taste  it,  drink  it  here  with  my 
awa.    Give  it  me,  or  thou  art  no  god ! 
8.    Kane. 

Pela  i  V.  He  wai  io  no ;  ano,  ua  ana  anei  oe,  e  ka  mea 
makewai. 

8.  Kane  (roused). 

So  be  it!  He  wai  no!  (striking  ground  with  spear  back 
center  of  rocky  bank  a  little  above  level  of  stage.  A  bub- 
bling spring  gushes  out,  higher  at  first,  then  lower,  but 
still  bubbling  and  flowing  over  rocky  bank  into  the  hollow 
pool.)  Now  art  thou  satisfied,  thirsty  one? 

9.  Kanaloa. 

Ahe' !  Ae'  o  oe  io  no  ke  akua  o  na  wai-kahe ;  oi  hoi  ha,  e 
naue  pu  aku  kaua  mao  aku  o  ka  aina  palahalaha,  aole 
nae  e  hookaawale  loa  i  keia  kahawai  me  na  wai  leo  kani 
owe  ona ;  e  pili  mai  no  keia  me  kaua  i  na  wa  a  pau. 
9.  Kanaloa  (gleefully  leaping  toward  the  spring  and 
catching  enough  in  his  little  wooden  awa  bowl  to  mix  with 
his  finger,  then  taking  a  long  satisfied  draft). 

Ah  ha!  thou  art  in  truth  the  god  of  flowing  streams! 
Come,  let  us  be  off  across  the  plain,  but  not  far  from  this 
bubbling  stream.  Let  that  be  near  us  ever. 

(Both  off  stage,  makai  front,  Kanaloa  keeping  near 
stream  and  dipping  in  his  bowl  once  or  twice  before  dis- 
appearing.) 


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EPISODE  I.  INTERLUDE  A.    A-MELE 
PROPHETIC  •  OF  •  KAMEH  AMEHA'S 
COMING . 

Hawaiian  translation  arranged  by  Rev.  Henry 
Hodges  Parker  and  Judge  Sanford  B.  Dole. 

N  AGED  Hawaiian 
woman    in    tapa 
garment    ap- 
proaches   stream 
from  rear  of  stage 
mauka,  folds  a  ti- 
leaf  taken  from  the  plants 
at  back  and  dips  up  a  drink 
of  water.     Then  she  seats 
herself  in  front  of  pool  and 
begins    to    chant,    swaying 
slightly : 
Ua  haule  na  Alii,  ua  auhu- 

lihia  na  aupuni, 
He  hulihia  a  puni  ka  aina : 
Manomano  na  lehulehu  o  ka 
hulihia  ana. 


Emoole,  ikea  ke  aka  o  ka  mea  kaili  aina, 

Oia  ke  keiki  a  Kupuapa,  Kalanikupuapakalani, 

Ka  opio  e  hana  ana  i  ka  hano  o  ke  Alii,  e  hakoko  ana  no  na 

moku; 
Wiwo  ole  ke  komo  ana  i  ke  kahua  mokomoko,  ke  komo  ae 

la  me  na  hauna  lima-hema, 
Kaohi  oia  i  na  moku  me  ka  lima  ikaika, 
Oia  ke  Alii,  Aneheaulaweaina 
Ka  lima  akau  o  ke  kahili  o  ka  aina, 
Ua  nalo  na  mahele  o  Hawaii  i  ke  Alii 
Uuku  io  Hawaii,  paa  i  ka  poho  lima  ; 
Kapalulu  i  ka  lima  akau. 
Ua  lilo  ka  la  i  ke  Alii-ka  makua  o  kona  lahui, 
Ano,  hookahi  makua  o  na  moku, 
E  oia  ke  Alii  a  kau  i  ka  puaneane. 

Aia  ka  hale  o  ka  make  me  lakou,  o  ka  hale  o  ke  oia,  eia  ia 

nei 

la  nei  kona  lanakila,  mao  ko  lakou  make 
Ua  olohe  ka  piko  o  na  mauna, 
Maloo  i  na  makani  wela  o  ka  Lani  ku  a  mae. 

Pela  ke  Alii  e  hauoli  ia  Hawaii  a  Kanikoo. 

He  mano  holohonua  ko  kakou  Alii, 
He  mano  hiki  ke  ai  ka  aina  a  pau, 
O  ke  Alii  ka  mahamaha  ula, 
Aohe  puua  i  na  moku. 

No  ke  Alii  ka  aina  holookoa, 

No  ke  Alii  ke  kai  a  me  ka  aina ; 

Nona  ka  po ;  nona  ke  ao ; 

Nona  na  kau,  ka  hoilo,  ka  makalii, 

Ka  mahina,  na  hoku  ehiku  o  ka  Lani,  ua  kau. 

Ua  maa  ke  Alii  i  ke  kaua,  he  eleu, 

O  Leimanoano  ka  anapu  ana  o  ka  malamalama,  oia  ke  ala 

ula  o  ka  wanaao, 
O  Haili,  ka  Manu  nui,  hali  kanaka  oia, 

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Ka  mami  lewa  i  ke  ea  o  luna,  kani  le'a  i  ka  lele  ana ;  ke 

Kiwaa 

Kau  i  ka  lewa  lani  ka  lo, 
Owe  ana  ka  nalu  o  ka  aina ;  na  auna  Koae 
He  nalu  pua,  ka  ua  ukiu  ma  ka  opuu  o  na  moku. 
Na  hulu  hookele,  ka  puapua  loa  o  ka  mami  lele  wanaao ; 
Ke  Ao  kani  leo  le'a,  oia  ke  Alii,  kapalulu  na  aheu  ma  na 

kuahi 

Kapalulu  na  eheu  ma  na  kuahiwi,  ala  kamaaina  o  Kaili, 
Puoho  i  ka  hopo  ole  o  ke  Alii 
Kaena  ke  Alii  ma  Kukuipahu. 
Kahea  ia,  hamau  anoano ; 
Kahea  ka  leo,  auhea  lakou ; 

Auhee  kanaka  o  Hilo  iuka,  lele  auna  maluna  o  Makaholo 
Ua  naha  ke  poo  o  ka  aina  oluna, 
Naha  liilii  ia  Akakalani,  kupanaha  lakou  wiwo  wale 
Okalakala  ka  hulu  o  ka  mea  hopo  wale ;  hopo  wale  a  pee 

me  he  moa  la ; 

Weliweli  i  ka  leo  o  ke  koa-ke  Alii, 
E  nakolo  ana  maluna  leo  hekili, 
He  moa  kane  ke  Alii,  e  kau  ana  i  ka  haka 
Kamahao  ka  loli  ana  o  Hawaii ! 

PASSAGES  FKOM  HAITI  KA  LANI 

An    ancient   mele    referring   to   Kamehameha,    translated   from   the   original   Hawaiian   by 

Judge  Samuel  Andrews. 

Fallen  are  the  chiefs,  overthrown  the  kingdoms, 

An  overthrow  thruout  the  land ! 

Countless  are  the  numbers  from  the  universal  rout. 

Many  divisions  were  in  the  land. 

On  every  island  there  was  strife, 

Hawaii,  Maui,  Oahu,  all! 

Soon,  behold  the  shadow  of  one  seizing  land, 

Even  the  child  of  Kapuapa,  Kalanikupuapakalani, 

The  youth  doing  the  work  of  the  chief,  wrestling  for  the 

islands ; 
Boldly  stepping  into  the  ring,  he  enters  with  left-handed 

blows. 

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He  curbs  the  island  with  a  strong  hand, 

Even  the  chief,  Aneheaulaweaina, 

The  right  hand  of  the  sweeper  of  the  land. 

The  divisions  of  Hawaii  are  lost  in  the  Chief. 

Small  indeed  is  Hawaii,  grasped  in  the  hollow  of  the  hand ; 

Fluttering  in  the  right  hand. 

The  day  hath  passed  over  to  the  Chief, — the  father  and  his 
people, 

Only  one  father  is  over  the  islands  now. 

Let  the  Chief  live  f orevermore. 

The  house  of  death  with  them,  the  house  of  safety  here ; 

Here  triumph  for  him,  there  destruction  for  them. 

The  mountain  tops  are  bare, 

Blasted  by  the  hot  whirlwinds  of  Heaven  they  stand  with- 
ering up. 

As  Kualii  borne  in  a  net  to  command  the  battle, 

So  old  was  he,  so  loose  his  skin,  but  still  sharp  his  eye, 

So  let  the  Chief  enjoy  Hawaii  to  wrinkled  old  age, 

Our  great  Kamehameha. 

A  shark  going  on  land  is  our  Chief,— 

A  shark  able  to  devour  all  our  land. 

The  Chief  is  the  red  gills, 

The  throat  not  choking  at  the  island. 

To  the  Chief  belongs  the  whole  land, 

To  the  Chief  belongs  the  ocean  and  the  land ; 

The  night  is  his ;  the  day  is  his ; 

For  him  are  the  seasons,  the  winter,  the  summer, 

The  month,  the  seven  stars  of  Heaven  now  risen. 

The  Chief  is  practised  in  arms,  rapid  in  movement. 

The  breaking  light  of  morn;  the  sudden  flash  of  light  is 
Leimanoano. 

Haili,  the  great  bird,  bearing  off  the  living  men ; 

The  bird  floating  high  in  air,  singing  in  its  flight;  the 
Kiwaa  flying  with  a  song, 

The  hovering  lo,  poised  in  air. 

The  sounding  reef  of  the  land ;  the  Koae  in  flocks, 

A  breaker  of  flowers,  the  windy  shower  on  the  bud  of  the 
island. 

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The  steering  tail-feathers,  the  long  tail  of  the  bird  of 

early  flight; 
The  Ao  singing  loudly  is  the  Chief ;  he  flaps  his  wings  upon 

the  mountains ; 
He  flaps  his  wings  upon  the  mountains,  waking  up  the 

upland  dwellers  of  Haili. 

They  are  suddenly  aroused  at  the  boldness  of  the  Chief ; 
The  Chief  exults  at  Kukuipahu ; 
He  calls  aloud  and  silence  reigns ; 
The  voice  sounded  forth,  they  all  fled  away ; 
The  men  of  Hilo  fled  inland,  they  rushed  above  Makaholo. 
The  head  of  the  upland  is  broken. — 
Broken  to  pieces  by  Akakalani.      Surprising  was  their 

cowardice ; 
The  hairs  of  the  coward  tremble ;  fearful  he  crawls  away, 

and  crouches  like  a  chicken ; 
Terrified  at  the  voice  of  the  soldier, — the  Chief, 
Sounding  on  high  as  the  voice  of  the  thunder. 
The  Chief  is  a  cock,  perched  on  the  sleeping-place. 
Wonderful  is  the  transfer  of  Hawaii ! 

(A  comprehensive  gesture  takes  in  whole  island,  from 
Manoa  to  the  sea,  mauka  to  makai  of  stage,  whither  she 
gazes  as  if  spellbound,  then  shading  her  eyes  with  one 
hand,  points  with  the  other  and  calls. ) 
10.    Ua  ike  au  i  ko  kakou  Alii  nui,  eia  ae  ke  hele  mai  nei, 
a  mahope  aku  ona  na  hoohuli  ana  ano  hou,  a  oe  wale  aku. 
10.     "He  comes!    I  see  him  now,  our  great  chief.     And, 
after  him,  a  far  greater  change?" 

(Withdraws  backward  past  pool  toward  mauka  back  of 
stage,  still  gazing  makai.  She  disappears  entirely  and 
there  is  an  instant's  pause  before  the  distant  sound  of 
many  feet  is  heard  makai,  with  the  clash  of  wooden  arms.) 


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EPISODE  n.   THE  •  FIRST  •  HISTORIC 
DISPOSAL-  OF-THE  •  LAND.        1715 


AMEHAMEHA  and  warlike  retinue  ap- 
proach slowly  from  makai  front,  Kaahu- 
manu   and   other   women   among   them. 
The  greatest  of  the  warriors  is  Kameeia- 
moku, and  with  him  is  his  twin  brother, 
Kamanawa.    As  Kamehameha  approach- 
es  the  center,  he  speaks  with  a  lordly  ges- 
ture. 
11.    Kamehameha. 

E  ike  oukou,  ua  lilo  Oahu  ia  kakou ;  a  o  Kaiana  hoi,  ka 
mea  a  kakou  i  aloha  ai,  a  i  ko  kakou  popilikia  ana,  holo 
malu  aku  la  ia  ma  ka  aoao  o  ka  enemi ;  o  ua  Kaiana  nei 
ka  i  loaa  aku  i  ka  popo  ahi,  iaia  i  huli  ku-e  mai  ai  me  ka 
ihe  ma  ka  ima.  Ano  hoi,  ua  ike  kakou  i  ka  hoaaloha  io, 
i  hoao  ia  a  he  kupaa  o  Kameeiamoku,  o  oe  ia,  no  ka  mea 
ua  liuliu  oe  me  makou. 

11.  Kamehameha. 

See,  Oahu  is  ours.  Gone  are  our  enemies,  thrust  over 
the  brink  of  the  pali.  Even  Kaiana,  whom  we  had  be- 
friended and  who  in  our  need  ran  skulking  to  the  foe, 
even  Kaiana  a  swift  fire-ball  overtook  as  he  faced  us, 
spear  in  hand.  And  now  we  know  our  true  friends,  tried 
and  staunch.  Kameeiamoku,  (laying  hand  on  his  shoul- 
der) thou  art  such,  for  long  hast  thou  fought  with  us. 

12.  Kameeiamoku. 

Eia  no  au,  a  nau  keia  puuwai,  e  ke  Alii. 

12.  Kameeiamoku. 

Such  I  am,  this  heart  is  thine,  O  king. 

13.  Kamehameha. 

Aka,  e  na  hoa,  ke  nana  nei  au  i  na  kokua  ana  a  oukou. 
Eia  Oahu  nani  ke  moe  nei  ma  na  wawae  o  kakou.  Na 
kakou  ia  e  hapai  a  e  hooikaika  ma  na  aoao  a  pau,  i  malu- 
hia  na  mea  a  pau. 

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13.  Kamehameha. 

And  still,  my  comrade,  I  look  for  your  help.  Fair  Oahu 
lies  prostrate  at  our  feet;  our  task  is  now  to  raise  and 
strengthen  her  and  so  order  all  her  ways  that  all  may  live 
in  peace. 

14.  Kameeiamoku. 

O  keia  ihe,  ua  makaukau  i  na  wa  a  pau,  elike  me  ia 
mamua,  no  ka  hooko  ana  i  kau  hana. 

14.  Kameeiamoku  (striding  forward  eagerly  in  warlike 
attitude.)     This  spear  stands  ready  as  ever,  for  thy  ser- 
vice. 

15.  Kamehameha. 

E  ka  hoa  maikai,  aohe  o  kou  ihe  oioi,  aka  o  oe  a  me  ka 
poe  me  oe  ka'u  ake  nei  e  ike  i  keia ;  ua  pau  ke  kaua  i  keia 
wa  maanei,  oia  ka  manaolana.  Aka  o  ka  mahiai  o  ka 
hookahekahe  wai,  a  me  ka  hooponopono  akahele  i  na 
lehulehu  o  ka  aina,  oia  ka  hana,  i  hele  na  elemakule  a 
me  na  kamalii  a  moe  maluhia  ma  kapa  alanui.  No  ia 
mea  i  lawe  mai  au  ia  oe  i  keia  la  a  ia  nei,  i  keia  wahi  nani. 
A  ua  lohe  anei  oe  i  ka  inoa  o  keia  wahi? 

15.  Kamehameha. 

'Tis  not  thy  swift  spear,  but  thee  and  thine  I  need,  good 
comrade.  No  fighting  is  here  now,  we  hope,  but  rather 
planting,  watering,  careful  judging  of  the  common  people, 
that  "old  men  and  children  may  be  safe  when  lying  asleep 
on  the  paths."  To  that  end  I  have  brot  thee  here  today 
to  this  fair  spot.  Knowest  thou  by  what  name  it  is  called? 

16.  Kameeiamoku. 

O  Kapunahou,  e  ke  Alii,  O  Kapunahou  ka  inoa. 

16.  Kameeiamoku. 
Kapunahou,  O  chief. 

17.  Kamehameha. 

O  Kapunahou  io  keia,  he  wai  hou,  nona  keia  wahi  ulu- 
wehiwehi  ma  kapa  o  ka  aina  panoa,  he  wai  e  hooulu  ana 
i  ke  kalo.  O  keia  aina  a  pau,  nau  ia,  e  kuu  hoa,  a  me  na 
keiki  mahope  aku  ou;  he  uku  keia  no  kou  hookauwa  ana 
mamuli  o'u,  a  he  hoailona  no  na  mea  e  hiki  mai  ana  ma- 
hope. 

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17.  Kamehameha. 

Kapunahou,  indeed,  the  new  spring,  making  a  green 
spot  here  at  the  end  of  a  barren  plain,  giving  water  for 
taro  planting,  too.  All  this  land  shall  be  thine,  my  com- 
rade, and  thy  son's  after  thee,  as  reward  for  faithful  ser- 
vice past  and  earnest  of  that  yet  to  come. 

18.  Kameeiamoku. 

He  rnakana  nui  loa  keia  au,  e  kuu  Alii. 

18.  Kameeiamoku  (kneeling). 
Thy  gift  is  very  great,  my  chief. 

19.  Kamehameha. 

He  nui  no,  a  e  oi  aku  ana  no  nae,  no  ka  mea  e  kokua  oe 
ia'u  ma  keia  aina  o  Kapunahou,  o  oe  a  o  Hoapili  mahope 
aku  ou,  na  olua  e  hoomalu  ka  aina,  a  e  hooponopono 
me  ka  pololei.  Na  kou  poe  kanaka  e  mahi  ka  aina  a  e 
hana  i  wahi  hoomaha  oluolu  ma  keia  wahi  maikai.  No 
ka  mea,  elike  me  ka  holo  ana  o  ka  wai  mai  keia  punawai 
aku,  a  e  hoomau  ana  i  ka  aina  a  pau,  pela  kou  aupuni  e 
hooikaika  ai  i  na  mea  a  pau,  a  hoolilo  ia  keia  makana  a'u 
ia  oe  i  mea  nani  loa.  A  e  lilo  auanei  keia  wai,  iloko  o  keia 
wahi  poopoo,  i  mea  hooma-u  aku  i  na  aina  a  oi  wale  aku  i 
ko  na  mea  i  noonoo  mua  ia. 
19.  Kamehameha. 

Great,  and  shall  be  greater,  Kameeiamoku.  For  thou 
shalt  help  me,  here  on  this  land  of  Kapunahou,  thou  and 
Hoapili  there  after  thee  shall  keep  the  peace,  shall  judge 
fairly,  thy  people  shall  till  the  soil  and  make  a  cool  rest- 
ing place  on  this  fair  land.  For  as  the  "new  spring"  here 
(approaching  it  and  slowly  with  retinue  passing  toward 
mauka  end  of  stage)  flows  out  refreshing  all  the  plain, 
so  thy  rule  shall  strengthen  all  and  make  my  gift  more 
fair.  And  more,  (gazing  into  spring  as  if  seeing  a  vision) 
perchance  this  spring  in  the  hollow  of  the  hills  shall  water 
far  more  than  we  dream  of, — who  knows,  who  knows? 

(Most  of  retinue  is  already  out  of  sight  mauka.  Kame- 
hameha and  others  now  disappear.) 


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EPISODEU.    INTERLUDE  A.  THE 
ARRIVAL   OF  THE  MISSIONARIES 

1S/J.O. 


CKOWD  of  natives 
rush  on  from  back 
shouting,  pointing 
makai  : 

20.  Eia  ae  na  ka- 
naka keokeo  me  na  moku 
nunui  e  lele  ana,  a  me  na  wa- 
hine  keokeo  no  hoi  i  uhi  ia  i 
na  kapa  keokeo,  he  kapa 
lahilahi  e  uhi  ana  i  na  lima 
me  na  kino  o  lakou  a  he  mau 
poo  nui  no  hoi  ko  lakou. 

20.  "White  men!  Great 
flying  ships!  See,  white 
women,  too!  All  in  white 
tapa,  very  thin  tapa,  all  over 
arms  and  bodies,  and  very 
large  heads  ! 


Band  of  ten  missionaries  steps  ashore,  natives  crowd 
around,  fingering  clothing,  peering  under  ladies'  poke  bon- 
nets, pinching  leather  shoes,  pulling  the  missionaries  away 
from  shore  toward  mauka,  some  natives  carrying  their 
boxes  and  carpet-bags.  As  missionaries  pass  center,  one 
takes  book  from  pocket,  opens  it,  showing  natives  who 
crowd  about  wondering;  missionary  points  to  sky  and 
indicates  book  as  gift  to  a  chief,  perhaps  Boki.  Other 
natives  wanting  one  too,  missionary  picks  up  a  bit 
of  white  shell,  writes  on  it  and  indicates  to  a  native  that 
he  take  it  to  another  missionary  nearer  the  shore,  who  on 
reading  the  note,  gives  pile  of  books  under  his  arm  to  na- 
tive messenger.  He  is  amazed,  runs  back  to  first  mis- 
sionary with  the  books,  waving  shell  high  in  air,  shout- 
ing: 

21.  Ke  olelo  mai  nei !  He  pu  olelo  ka  keia !  Kamaha'o 
keia  mea  hou !  He  Poe  Kahuna  nui  lakou  nei. 

21.  "It  speaks,  a  talking  shell !  Wonderful  new  things ! 
These  are  great  kahunas." 

Others  crowd  around  eagerly,  awe-struck  at  first,  then 
excitedly  urge  missionaries  to  come  with  them, — all  oft5 
gradually  mauka,  touching  books  and  shell  reverently, 
clothes  curiously. 


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EPISODE  m.  THE -SECOND-DISPOSAL 
OF-THE-LAND-1821. 

Arranged    chiefly   from   Hawaiian   testimony 
given  before  the  Land  Commission. 


OKI  and  Liliha,with 
Kaahumanu  in 
blue  handcart  with 
red  or  yellow  vel- 
vet cushions,  push- 
many  natives,  enter 


ed  by 

with  retinue  and  a  few  mis- 
sionaries, including  Bing- 
ham,  Chamberlain,  Parker, 
from  makai  front,  and  group 
in  front  and  makai  of 
spring. 

BoM  (speaks  slowly  with 
strong  Hawaiian  accent). 

This  is  the  resting  place 
we  seek  for  our  farewell. 
Here  Kamehameha  came 
often ;  this  great  land  of  Ka- 


Punahou  he  gave  to  Liliha's  father's  father,  Kameeia- 
moku,  his  faithful  chieftain.  And  hither  have  I  brot  you, 
our  teacher-friend  whom  we  love,  to  say  farewell  words. 

Bingham. 
Boki  is  going  away  from  among  us? 

Boki. 

Yes,  Boki  must  go  away,  for  all  Hawaii  has  been  reft 
of  its  sandalwood,  no  revenue  remains.  Boki  must  go  far 
to  the  south,  whence  he  will  return  having  two  ships  laden 
deep  with  the  fragrant  wood.  And  as  the  winds  are  to 
bring  that  sweet  odor  following  his  ships,  so  here  too 
among  you  he  would  leave  a  rich  fragrance  behind  him 
as  he  sails  away.  See,  Binamu,  (taking  Bingham  by  the 
hand  and  indicating  the  great  Punahou  lands  from  Round 
Top  and  Kocky  Hill  to  the  sea)  all  this  land  shall  be  yours, 
that  you  and  your  people  may  work  more  easily  among 
mine. 

Liliha  (puzzled  and  frowning,  also  near  her  a  bent  old 
man,  evidently  in  sympathy  with  her;  both  step  nearer 
Boki,  especially  as  Bingham  starts  to  accept). 

But,  Boki,  Kapunahou  is  mine  from  my  father,  Hoapili, 
I  do  not  - 

Boki  (interrupting  with  a  wave  of  the  hand,  letting  Bing- 
ham's  hand  go.) 

Be  silent,  Liliha.  Thy  father  wishes  it;  I  spoke  with 
him  but  a  short  time  since  and  found  it  was  so.  We 
have  no  children.  And  those  who  come  here  shall  be  our 
children.  Kaahumanu,  too,  our  chief,  approves.  (Kaa- 
humanu  is  pushed  forward  in  her  cart  and  nods  slowly.) 

Kaahumanu. 

It  is  indeed  so,  Liliha,  as  thy  husband  has  said.  Silver 
and  gold  have  we  none,  but  it  is  right  that  we  should  give 
of  our  land  to  help  those  who  come  so  far  to  spend  their 
lives  for  us. 

Boki. 

So,  Binamu.  But  first  one  other  witness.  Here,  John 
li,  (li,  about  twenty-five  years  old,  steps  out  of  the  crowd) 

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stand  forth  and  give  testimony  always,  lest  hereafter  an- 
other come  to  snatch  away  our  gift. 

li. 

I  do  witness  thy  giving,  Boki. 

Bingham  (to  Boki). 

Governor  Boki  is  very  kind.  Kaahumanu,  our  great 
chief,  I  would  also  thank  (bowing  to  each  in  turn)  and,  in 
thanking,  make  her  konohiki  (joint  administrator)  with 
me,  lest  another  rise  in  thy  absence,  Boki,  and  stir  up  dis- 
sension. 

Boki. 

That  is  well  done,  Binamu. 
Bingham  (as  they  all  begin  to  pass  off  mauka  of  stage) 

It  is  a  goodly  land  and  it  will  bring  forth  more  good, 
for  we  shall  hold  it  as  unto  the  Lord.  (As  they  pass  slow- 
ly off,  the  old  bent  Hawaiian  man,  letting  Liliha  go  on 
without  him,  remains  standing  beside  the  pool  and  begins 
to  oli  mournfully. 

OLI 

Hawaiian  translation  by  Mrs.  Mary  Jane  Kulani  F.  Montano. 

Ua  pono  no  oe  e  Liliha 

Eia  no  o  Boki  kai  hewa 

Ka  haawi  lilo  i  ka  aina  Hawaii 

Ika  malihini  oeoe  maka  haikea 

Aheaha  la  kana  ia  nei? 

He-aha  kana  i  imi,  mai  nei  nona  iho. 

Ae,  he  okomaikai  io  no, 

Ua  ao  mai  no  i  ka  pono. 

Ei'nae  ua  pani  paa  ia  mai  nei 

Kakou  me  na  kapu  hou. 

Auhea  na  la,  o  ke  kuokoa? 

Auhea  ke  ao  Olohe,  Kamakani,  me  na  nalu  poi? 

Ko  Kamehameha  la  mokuahana? 

Ke  hoomanao  nei  no  au, 

Kanaha  makahiki,  mai  ia  wa  i  hala, 

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Ku  ihola  oia  maanei, 

Me  kona  oiwi  hano-hano 

Kiekie-loa  i  oi  ae  maluna  okahi, 

A  haawi  aku-la  i  keia  aina  okoa 

O  Kapunahou 

He  makana  kaua,  no  kona  alii  Koanui. 

Kameeiamoku,  makuakane  o  Hoapili. 

Pane  maila  oia  i  na  olelo  koi-koi. 

Pehea  ihola  la  hoi  i  imai-ai? 

A-e,  hoomaopopo  aela  au 

Ke  pane  mai  nei  na  oka  o  ka  wai 

Penei,  ka  pane  a  Kalani  Kamehameha 

Ma'  paha  he  pono  nui  e  hiki  mai  ana 

He  pono  nui  i  oi  ae  manua 

0  kena  ihe  ia  manawa 

Owai  kai  ike  pela !    Owai  kai  ike ! 
Pela  i'o'  ana  no 
He  Leo  Wanana ! 

He  pono  nui  loa !     E  waiho  maila 

1  loko  o  ka  hohonu  o  keia  Wai 
He  oiaio  e  hiki  mai  ana  no  ia  la 
I  na  keiki  hanau  hou  aku 

O  wai  ka'i  ike !    O  wai  paha  kai  ike ! 
Pela  i'o'  aku  ana  no. 

OLI 

Liliha  now  is  right,  and  Boki  wrong 

To  give  our  land  away, 

The  land  of  all  Hawaii. 

And  to  the  stranger  with  his  long  pale  face. 

What  does  he  here?    What  seeks  he  for  himself? 

Here  he  shuts  us  up  in  new  tabus. 

Where  are  our  old  free  days, 

Our  storms,  our  winds,  our  roaring  surf? 

Kamehameha's  days  of  strife? 

Well  do  I  remember, — was  it  forty  years  ago? 

Well  do  I  remember  how  that  day 

He  stood  here,  towering  up  above  us  all, 

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And  granted  all  this  land  Kapunahou 

As  gift  of  war  to  his  great  chief, 

Kameeiamoku,  Hoapili's  father ; 

And  how  he  said, — what  was  it  that  he  said? 

(rubbing  hand  over  eyes  and  looking  into  water 

of  pool) 

Ah,  now  I  know.     The  water  shadows  speak. 
Our  great  Kamehameha  said, 
Perhaps  more  good  would  come, 
A  greater  good  than  he  knew  then  himself, — 
Who  knows?  (echoing  Kamehameha's  voice  and 

gesture) 

Who  knows,  indeed?    Yet  it  must  be 
There  spoke  within  him  then 
A  voice  of  prophecy!  (excitedly) 
A  greater  good !     It  surely  lies  there  deep 
Within  the  spring  (gazing  in  intently) 
And  surely  it  must  come  some  day 
To  children  yet  unborn ! 
Who  knows?    Who  knows? 

(Turns  away  toward  mauka,  and  hears  many  natives 
mauka  back  gathering  and  attempting  to  lift  or  roll 
something  heavy.  He  calls  out : ) 

22.  Eia  ae  ke  hele  mai  nei  e  kuhikuhi  i  na  mokuna  o 
Kapunahou  i  loaa  a  puka  ke  kauoha  a  Kaahumanu. 

22.  There  they  come  so  soon  to  mark  the  boundary  line 
of  Kapunahou,  so  soon  has  Kaahumanu's  command  gone 
forth.  (He  retires  off  behind  hala  tree,  returning  later 
with  the  crowd.) 


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EPISODE  m.±^±±±±  INTERLUDE  •  A 
SETTLEMENT-  OF-  THE-  BOUNDARY 
AT-KAPUNAHOU.  1831 

Taken  from  the  "Historical  Essay"  on  Punahou  by  Judge  Albert  Francis  Judd. 


HE  ENDS  of  a  frame  made  of  ship's  spars 
appear  mauka  back,  some  natives  throng 
about  it,  others  not  yet  in  view  heave  on 
to  it  with  a  shout  Pohakuloa,  the  great 
stone  about  twelve  feet  high,  a  truncated 
cone  in  shape,  but  lying  on  its  side  on 
the  frame.  This  stone  was  sacred.  To 
move  it  the  king's  command  and  even  presence  were  neces- 
sary. With  another  shout  from  the  people : 
23.  KeAlii!  KaMoi!  Kauikeaouli! 
23.  "The  King!  the  King!"  Kauikeaouli,  (Kamehame- 
ha  III)  the  young  king,  leaps  to  the  apex  and  shouts, 
"Imua!"  Kamehameha's  word  of  command.  Instantly 
the  hulumanu  (common  workmen)  raise  the  whole  thing, 
king  and  all,  to  their  shoulders,  and  "numerous  as  ants 
tugging  at  a  kernel  of  corn,"  carry  it  slowly  down  in 
front  of  the  spring  to  maJcai  front  of  stage.  A  band  of 
natives  follows,  chanting  until  the  stone  has  been  de- 
posited in  its  place,  the  king  having  leapt  off.  After  this 
the  hulumanu  raise  it  to  stand  erect  and,  the  chanting 
ended,  all  disappear  maJcai. 

POHAKU-LOA 

Hawaiian  and  English  versions  by  Mrs.  Mary  Jane  Kulani  F.  Montano. 


A,  he  kupua  oe 
E  Pohaku-loa 
Kiai  no  Punahou 
Mau  a  mau  loa. 


You  are  a  fairy  God, 

Pohaku-loa, 

To  guard  Punahou, 

Mau  a  mau  loa. 


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II.  II. 

Hoomohala  pua  Development  is  your  motto, 

Imi  naau  ao  Wisdom  and  ambition, 

Ku  me  ka  ihi-ihi  With  dignity  you  stand, 

O  Pohaku-loa.  Pohaku-loa. 

III.  III. 

No  Punahou  oe  You  are  for  Punahou, 

Mau  a  mau  loa  Mau  a  mau  loa, 

A  he  kupua  oe  You  are  a  fairy  God, 

E  Pohaku-loa.  Pohaku-loa. 

Chant  sung  when  a  Hawaiian  idol  was  carried : 
E  ku  a  mu  e  ku  a  mu  mu ! 
E  kuawa  e  kuawa  wa ! 
E  inu  e  lanakila  Uo ! 


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EPISODE  EL    A  FAREWELL.  EH 

Incidental  music  written  by  Vernon  E.  Tenney,  minor,   improvising  on   "Abide  with  Me," 
thruout  scene,  ending  in  bold  major  as  the  child  takes  the  flame. 

FAMILY  group  of  missionaries,  Father, 
Mother,  and  seven  children,  (five  boys  and 
two  girls)  pass  sadly  across  front  of 
stage,  from  mauka  toward  makai,  the  two 
oldest  children  (boy  and  girl)  clinging 
pathetically  to  their  mother's  hands.  Na- 
tives behind  them  push  handcart  contain- 
ing two  little  old  trunks  and  bundles  of 
food  in  tfi-leaves. 

Father. 

See,  Mother,  here  we  are  almost  at  the  beach.  Let  us 
all  kneel  and  pray,  that  we  faint  not  when  the  hour  of 
trial  is  upon  us.  (All  kneel,  natives  with  cart  passing  on 
back  of  them  and  disappearing  makai.  All  pray  silent- 
ly, then  rise  with  one  accord  and  in  a  close  group,  facing 
makai,  sing  with  the  accompanying  incidental  music. ) 

"Abide  with  me !    Fast  falls  the  eventide, 
The  darkness  deepens,  Lord  with  me  abide. 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  Oh  abide  with  me !" 

At  close,  mother  catches  oldest  boy,  then  the  girl  to  her 
breast,  they  kiss  their  father  and  the  little  children,  who 
are  beginning  to  sob  even  under  the  father's  stern,  re- 
straining look  and  hand.  Oldest  boy  and  girl  walk  slowly 
off  makai.  Others  wave  goodbye  and  turn  sadly  back, 
waving  handkerchiefs  as  they  recross  stage  toward  mauka 
and  disappear.  One  boy  remains,  the  next  to  the  oldest, 
not  moving  from  the  spot  where  the  two  have  left  him, 
gazing  sadly,  wonderingly,  off  to  sea, — not  waving  his 
handkerchief  or  making  any  outward  sign.  The  music  con- 
tinues softly  on  into  Part  II,  major  slowly  crowding  out 
minor  and  ending  triumphantly,  as  the  child  takes  the 
flame. 

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ROLOG  SPIRIT 
comes  in  from 
mauka  back  on 
main  stage,  cross- 
ing to  center  front 
past  pool,  carrying  her 
flame,  sheltering  it,  glancing 
mauka  front  where  the  fami- 
ly has  disappeared,  then  at 
the  child,  but  addressing  the 
audience  at  first. 

But  yet  comes  not  the  time 

to  sing  of  sons 
And   daughters    mine,  who 

came  here  first 


Who  every  hardship  knew  where  law  was  none, 

And  where,  tho  welcomed  by  the  child-Hawaiians, 

Greed  and  death  opposed  them. 

For  that  first  landing  on  this  barren  shore 

Now  soon  will  be  a  hundred  years  agone 

And  then  a  braver  tongue  than  mine  shall  tell 

Its  tale  in  song. 

We  look  back  but  five  and  seventy  years 

Today  to  see  the  planning  of  a  school 

By  that  bold  missionary  band.     To  guide 

And  train  the  native  minds  that  eager  thronged 

Two  schools  were  early  built  for  simple  folk, 

For  royal  born  as  Alcuin  long  ago 

Had  taught.    For  their  own  children  this  new  school 

Was  founded  here  to  keep  them  all  at  home, 

Nor  send  the  oldest  ones  by  far  Cape  Horn 

To  live  their  school-years  on  a  soil  unknown, 

In  far  New  England  towns. 

Come  hither,  child  with  lonely  eyes,  nor  fear 

To  take  and  hold  this  flickering  torch.    A  sign 

It  is,  and  symbol,  of  the  fire  that  soon 

Will  burn  within  thy  heart,  and  shining  thru 

Thine  eyes,  give  witness  of  a  soul  awaked. 

And  that  awakening  shall  blossom  here, 

For  thou  and  all  thy  brothers  here  shall  find 

A  school,  nor  never  need  to  sail  so  far 

Away  with  longing,  homesick  heart. 

(The  child,  having  glanced  toward  the  sea  as  she  speaks, 
now  looks  back  intently  at  the  flame  in  his  hands,  then 
eagerly  up  into  the  Spirit's  face.  Her  own  face  lights  up 
at  the  new  look  in  his  eyes  and  she  says : ) 

No  longer  lonely  are  thine  eyes,  my  child, 

So  soon  have  they  caught  up  my  glowing  flame, 

As  much  I  hoped  they  might. 

(Takes  her  flame  from  his  hands,  holds  it  with  both 
hands  and  continues:) 

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Now  deep  within  thy  heart  thou'lt  hold  my  fire 
Of  courage,  strength,  and  truth,  and  at  thy  side 
Thou  soon  shalt  see  the  waters  of  this  spring 
Much  fruitful  Christian  love  and  kindness  bear 
Not  only  over  all  this  thirsty  land, 
But  flowing  far  abroad. 

(Both  disappear,  as  Spirit  did  before,  behind  trees  and 
shrubbery  makai,  toward  back. ) 


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EPISODE  V  THE  BEGINNINGS:  A  GROUP 
OFTHEEBRLY  TRUSTEES. 
18^1-2.  E3EK3BE3 


ous 


EMSTEONG, 
Emerson,  Hall, 
and  Lowell  Smith 
enter  makai  front 
and  pause  in  seri- 
discussion.  At  makai 
back  natives  are  at  work,  as 
quietly  as  possible  at  first, 
bringing  mud  or  adobe 
blocks,  removing  shrubbery, 
cutting  down  and  carrying 
off  trees  with  the  aid  of  an 
ox  team,  thus  gradually  dis- 
covering the  original  E- 
shaped  building  with  the  big 
kamani  tree  before  it.  Dr. 
Judd  is  seen  busy  supervis- 
ing a  few  natives  who  are 


still  working  on  the  cellar,  now  almost  complete. 
Armstrong  (pausing  in  steady  walk). 

Let  us  not  hasten  too  greatly,  Brethren,  in  this  heat. 
(Most  of  them  are  lean  as  spare-ribs,  but  one,  somewhat 
heavier,  puffs  a  little,  removes  his  hat  gratefully  and  mops 
his  brow.) 
Emerson. 

It  were  unwise,  I  think,  Brother  Armstrong,  to  delay 
overmuch.  The  entire  structure,  so  far  as  it  has  pro- 
ceeded, must  be  given  our  keenest  oversight  ere  darkness 
settle  upon  us ;  and  with  the  dawn,  duty  demands  my  re- 
turn to  my  own  outlying  station. 

Smith. 

Brother  Emerson  argueth  well,  as  always.     But  look! 
(pointing  back  makai  wing  nearest  Honolulu  whence  they 
have  emerged)     Can  you  not  descry  a  conveyance  yonder 
on  the  plain? 
Armstrong  (small  and  active). 

To  be  sure,  to  be  sure !     Can  it  be  that  the  long  looked- 
for  vessel,  the  "Good  Hope,"  has  arrived  in  our  absence? 
(All  look  intently. ) 
Hall  (nearest  to  the  approaching  wagon). 

Your  surmise  is  indeed  correct,  Brother  Emerson.  It 
is  no  other  than  Brother  Chamberlain's  white  horse !  And 
our  brother  waited,  as  you  may  recall,  that  in  just  this 
event  he  might  convey  hither  our  newly-arrived  Brother 
Dole.  (Wagon  draws  up,  Chamberlain  introducing  Dole 
to  the  four  pedestrians;  all  shake  hands.) 
Armstrong  (heartily). 

This  is  a  famous  coincidence,  Brother  Dole,  and  right 
heartily  do  we  bid  you  welcome.    Here  we  are  met  on  the 
very  mission  which  you  have  come  to  fulfill.    Yonder  lies 
Punahou,  embryonic  yet,  but  full  of  boundless  promise ! 
Dole. 

Is  that  indeed  the  spot? 
Emerson. 

It  is  the  very  spot  of  which  Kev.  Reuben  Tinker  ex- 

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claimed  now  ten  years  since,  as  he  was  passing  with  Broth- 
er Baldwin :  "That,  sir,  is  the  site  of  the  future  college." 
Hall. 

And  not  much  later  Brother  Bingham  at  General  Meet- 
ing approved  of  its  reservation  by  the  Board  for  a  mis- 
sion school. 
Smith  (confidentially  to  Dole). 

Brother  Hall  is  perhaps  too  modest  to  add  that  with 
Sister  Hall,  also  Brother  and  Sister  Dimond,  he  has  spent 
many  blistering  days  laying  and  directing  the  laying  of 
our  great  stone  wall  yonder,  where  Sister  Bingham's  night- 
blooming  cereus  is  just  coming  into  flower. 

(Here  Chamberlain  starts  off  slowly  in  wagon  toward 
the  building,  drives  around  kamani  tree,  gravely  salutes 
Dr.  Judd  in  passing,  and  so  off  stage.  This  starts  the 
other  brethren  out  of  their  eager  reminiscence  and  they 
proceed  slowly  toward  the  building.  Brother  Chamber- 
lain, having  left  wagon  off  stage,  rejoins  them  before  they 
reach  the  building.  Tho  not  old  men,  they  are  all  serious 
and  intent.) 
Dole. 

Am  I  right,  Brethren,  in  the  belief  that  a  school  has  al- 
ready come  into  being  here? 
Smith. 

Quite  right,  Brother  Dole,  a  very  small  day  school  for 
young  children  kept  by  Sister  Bingham  in  her  parlor. 
That  is  the  nucleus  of  Punahou  School. 
Emerson. 

Was  the  nucleus,  my  dear  Brother,  if  we  would  inform 
our  new  Principal  with  accuracy,  for  Brother  and  Sister 
Bingham  left  us  eleven  months  since  and  even  before  that 
their  two  elder  children  often  crossed  the  dusty  plain  to 
the  real  nucleus,  the  little  school  in  Dr.  Judd's  back  yard 
at  Kawaiahao. 
Chamberlain  (who  rejoins  them  near  the  kamani  tree). 

Do  you  observe,  Brethren,  what  splendid  progress  has 
been  made  this  fortnight?  Brother  Judd  there  emerges 
smiling  from  his  completed  cellar  and  the  building  itself, 

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I  find,  is  well  nigh  ready  for  its  several  occupants.     (All 
approach  building. ) 

Judd. 

Well  met,  Brethren !  Have  we  not  wrought  faithfully 
these  two  weeks?  But  who  is  this,  a  stranger  - 

Armstrong. 

Nay,  no  stranger,  no  one  but  our  new  brother  just  ar- 
rived by  the  "Good  Hope"  only  one  hundred  and  ninety- 
seven  days  from  Boston!  Suffer  me  to  present  our  first 
Principal  of  the  Punahou  School,  Eev.  Daniel  Dole.  The 
new  school  is  now  well  under  way ! 

Judd. 

Indeed,  can  this  really  be?  My  thoughts  have  buried 
themselves  so  zealously  of  late  that  my  eyes  have  followed 
them  underground  instead  of  scanning  the  horizon  yonder 
where  they  might  easily  have  descried  the  "Good  Hope." 
But,  in  truth,  you  are  welcome,  Brother  Dole.  Will  you 
not  first  inspect  the  foundations?  (Others  have  been 
looking  about  into  doors,  one  or  two  disappearing  with- 
in. )  Begin  at  the  bottom,  is  my  family  motto !  And  inci- 
dentally, our  cellar  there  you  will  find  flawless  in  con- 
struction, for  it  has  had  my  most  exacting  supervision,  as 
Brother  Chamberlain  will  testify. 

Chamberlain. 

That  I  will,  for  I  have  stood  shoulder  to  shoulder  with 
Brother  Judd  in  this  important  enterprise.  I  beg  you 
will  inspect  minutely ! 

(As  all  begin  to  disappear  into  cellar  door,  Brother 
Emerson  is  the  last  and  says  distinctly — he  always  speaks 
with  square  precision  — ) 

Emerson. 

This  must  be  done  with  despatch,  Brethren,  for  much 
still  remains  to  be  viewed,  and  already  the  shadow  of  the 
kamani  tree  begins  to  lengthen  obliquely  toward  the  east. 

(All  disappear.) 


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EPISODE  TO.   A  SCHOOL  DAY  IN  THE 
FORTIES-     ABOUT 


FTEK  a  pause,  sounds  begin  to  be  heard 
about  the  house,  tramping  of  feet,  open- 
ing and  shutting  of  doors.  Presently 
Mr.  Kice  appears  heading  a  group  of  boys, 
large  and  small,  barefoot,  in  brown  linen 
shirts  and  "high  water"  trousers  with  big 
tucks  in  them,  mostly  one  or  two  tucks  or 
with  the  unfaded  streak  where  they  have 
been  let  out.  One  new  boy,  Thomas,  about  14  years  old, 
has  newer  clothes  and  three  tucks  in  trousers.  Another 
very  small  fellow,  David,  about  six  years  old,  same  cos- 
tume as  other,  but  two  tucks  in  trousers. 

Rice. 

Come,  boys,  it  is  not  yet  Saturday  afternoon  with  young 
Bishop  and  Lee  coming  to  play  ball  with  you.  We  must 
be  about  our  work,  or  that  field  will  not  be  weeded  before 
breakfast.  (Most  of  the  older  boys  run  around  makai 
end  of  building  and  start  makai  with  a  few  rakes,  hoes, 
bags.  Two  or  three  are  seen  to  hitch  up  the  ox  cart  and 
drive  it  off  makai.  Thomas  seems  awkward  and  not  know- 
ing just  what  to  do,  speaks  to  David  as  they  also  start 
makai.) 

Thomas. 

I  wish  my  pants  had  only  two  tucks  like  yours,  David, 
and  the  other  boys'  !    Are  you  going  to  pull  weeds,  too? 
Rice  (thinking  to  curb  any  incipient  tendency  to  idleness)  . 

Thrift  begets  health  and  wealth,  Thomas,  and  we  can- 
not too  early  begin  to  learn  that  truth,  neither  too  early 
in  life  nor  too  early  in  the  day.  (All  move  toward  makai, 
the  boys  ahead  of  Bice,  some  running,  but  mostly  quite 
sedate.) 

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Rice. 

George  Henry,  that  dry  spot  is  yours,  you  remember, 
where  the  weeds  come  hardest.  No  dallying  and  gazing 
at  the  sea !  He  that  eats  must  work.  (All  off  makai.) 

(Meanwhile  a  few  girls  begin  to  stir  about  the  house, 
opening  windows,  pushing  back  curtains,  and  dusting. 
Miss  Marcia  Smith's  voice  is  heard  directing.  A  thread 
of  smoke  begins  to  curl  up  from  the  back  of  building  cen- 
ter and  a  clatter  of  dishes  comes  from  the  front  end  of 
middle  wing,  doors  and  windows  are  opened,  chairs 
pushed  about.  A  little  girl  runs  out  to  shake  her  dust- 
cloth  and  remains  looking  off  makai,  surreptitiously  wav- 
ing dustcloth  to  one  of  the  boys  off  stage.  Miss  Smith  ap- 
pears at  the  dining  room  door.) 

Miss  Smith. 

Susan  Abigail,  must  I  repeat  to  you  every  morning  that 
shiftlessness  is  the  root  of  all  evil?  (Susan  Abigail  turns 
at  once  and  enters  slowly,  head  a  little  bent,  but  right  eye 
glancing  makai  still,  dustcloth  trailing  from  left  hand. 
Miss  Smith  glances  across  to  window  of  makai  wing  where 
a  fair,  curly-haired  little  girl  has  perched  herself  idly  on 
the  window  sill,  an  older  one  standing  beside  her,  twirling 
the  yellow  curls  about  her  fingers.  Miss  Smith  crosses 
the  open  court  toward  them  and  speaks  sternly,  but  not 
harshly. ) 

Miss  Smith. 

You  have  started  here  on  the  rugged,  upward  way  of 
life,  my  children.  And  you  will  find  that  you  are  tread- 
ing a  path  strewed  with  magic  thorns  and  flowers.  If 
you  go  forward  and  tread  resolutely  upon  the  thorns,  they 
will  become  flowers.  If  you  turn  from  the  path  of  duty 
to  gather  the  flowers,  they  will  become  thorns.  (Little 
child  looks  up  wonderingly  into  her  face.  As  both  turn  to 
obey,  the  boys  come  back,  Kice  behind  them.  Tools  are 
put  away  behind  makai  end  of  building.  All  the  boys 
look  hot,  the  little  fellows  tired,  too.  They  disappear  into 
building  and  presently  many  feet  are  heard  going  toward 
middle  wing,  (dining  room)  where  chairs  are  pulled  out; 

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after  a  pause,  while  Mr.  Dole's  voice  is  heard  saying 
rather  long  grace,the  rattle  of  knives  and  forks  is  heard. 
During  breakfast  three  or  four  boys  trudge  up  from 
town  bare-footed  and  dressed  like  the  boarders,  hot  and 
dusty,  and  wait  under  kamani  tree  with  books  and  lunch 
pails,  fanning  themselves  with  straw  hats,  chatting 
quietly,  one  little  fellow  attempting  to  climb  the 
big  tree,  falling  out,  and  being  boosted  up  into 
it  again  by  older  boy.  Presently  the  Chamberlain  wagon 
approaches  makai  front,  driven  by  Chamberlain,  six 
children  spring  out  under  kamani  tree  and  Chamber- 
lain after  handing  out  pails,  turns  and  drives  back,  off 
makai.  From  dining  room  sound  of  pushing  chairs ;  one 
boy  runs  out  of  dining  room,  making  a  face  at  town  group 
on  way  to  mauka  wing,  whence  he  brings  to  the  door,  and 
blows  vigorously,  a  large  conch  shell.  A  teacher  is  seen 
through  windows  passing  from  dining  room  around  to 
mauka  wing  to  school  room ;  boarders  run  across  to  other 
wing  for  books  and  slates  with  dangling  sponges;  town 
group  comes  up,  all  chatting  together  and  all  enter  mauka 
wing,  moving  around  among  desks,  hanging  up  pails,  chat- 
ting. Sound  of  vigorous  rapping  of  ruler  on  teach- 
er's desk  is  heard  to  bring  silence,  broken  only  by  droning 
of  recitations,  rapping  of  ruler,  steps  of  teacher.  A  little 
girl  comes  to  door  with  wet  sponge  to  wash  slate,  sits 
down  on  step,  wrings  out  sponge  and  sits  idly,  waving 
sponge  in  sunshine.  A  large  boy  appears  at  door  and 
summons  her  in.  Droning  continues.  Conch  shell  blown 
at  door  again  by  same  boy.  All  rush  out,  boarder  boys 
off  around  mauka  wing  to  corner  of  pool  and  stream  hid- 
den by  hau  bushes,  splashing  and  shouting,  returning  very 
soon  with  wet,  tousled  hair  and  shouting  to  town  boys  as 
they  run  into  dining  room :  "Now  you  can  have  it !  We've 
left  it  neat  and  clean!"  While  they  are  away,  boarder 
girls  are  rattling  dishes  in  dining  room ;  outdoors,  town 
children  chat,  girls  begin  to  eat  from  their  pails;  one 
boy  happens  to  look  into  his  pail  and  finding  it  empty,  ex- 
hibits it  ruefully,  mumbling,  "I'll  make  that  miserable 
boarder  smart  for  this,  I  will!"  Boarders  return  and 

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enter  dining  room ;  town  boys  all  off  with  pails  to  spring, 
returning  very  soon.  Conch  shell  calls  from  school  door 
again.  All  in  as  before;  same  droning.  Chamberlain 
wagon  again  from  makai;  conch  shell  again,  town  chil- 
dren run  out,  the  six  all  into  wagon  again,  others  trudging 
along  behind  it.  Boarder  boys  out  again,  as  before,  with 
tools.) 
Rice. 

We  must  get  out  those  hau  roots  in  the  back  yard  this 
afternoon,  boys,  so  that  our  corn  can  be  sown  tomorrow. 

David. 

I'll  help,  too,  but  I  don't  see  how  even  William  and  Or- 
ramel,  I  don't  see  how  even  you  could  dig  out  those  tough 
roots,  Mr.  Eice. 

Rice  (as  they  disappear  around  corner) . 

What  man  has  done,  man  can  do.  We  will  tug  at  them 
with  a  right  good  will,  David.  Then  when  seven  stars 
show  up,  you  are  thru  with  a  good  conscience.  (All  dis- 
appear around  mauka  end.  Two  or  three  girls  come  into 
the  court  yard  to  water  flowers  and  trees,  using  buckets 
and  dipper.  Miss  Smith  pops  her  head  out  of  a  window 
now  and  then  to  watch  them.  Boys  are  heard  returning  at 
back  depositing  tools,  then  seen  running  toward  bathing 
pond.  Girls  in,  setting  table  again.  Boys  run  back  from 
pond,  entering  back  of  building;  all  into  dining  room; 
sound  of  grace,  then  clatter;  one  loud  guffaw  from  a  big 
boy,  followed  by  stern  tones  of  a  man's  voice ;  silence,  ex- 
cept for  knives  and  forks.  Chairs  pushed  back  for  pray- 
ers; little  boy,  Samuel,  runs  out  stealthily  across  court, 
older  girl,  Maria  Ellen,  appearing  after  him,  hails  him 
half  way  across  the  court. 

Maria  Ellen. 

Come  back,  Samuel,  Miss  Smith  saw  you  and  will  surely 
send  you  to  sit  on  her  green  trunk  for  two  hours,  if  you  do 
not  come  back  to  prayers  this  moment. 
Samuel  (reappearing  at  opposite  door,  pouting). 

But  I  can't  sing  and  I  hate  to  sit  there  through  prayers, 
Maria  Ellen ! 

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Maria  Ellen. 

Now  come,  Samuel,  there's  a  good  boy!  Do  you  know 
what  Miss  Smith  will  do?  She  will  stand  you  up  at  the 
melodeon  beside  her  and  right  before  everybody — oh,  I've 
seen  her  do  it,  you  needn't  laugh — and  right  before  every- 
body she'll  say,  as  she  opens  her  hymn  book  out  flat, 
(mimicking  seriously)  :  "Little  birds  that  can  sing  and 
won't  sing,  must  be  made  to  sing !" 

Samuel. 

Well,  I  suppose  I've  got  to!  (Both  hurry  in  quietly. 
Little  melodeon  begins  to  play  "Hark  from  the  tombs  a 
doleful  sound.") 

HAEK  FKOM  THE  TOMBS 

Hark !  from  the  tombs  a  doleful  sound, 
Mine  ears  attend  the  cry ; 
Ye  living  men  come  view  the  ground, 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

(All  sing  one  stanza.  Sound  of  kneeling,  and  man's 
voice  praying ;  then  all  move  again  and  disperse  to  rooms. ) 


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EPISODE  Sff.  PUNAHOU- SCHOOL 
BECOMES  •  OAHU-  COLLEGE. 

Taken  from  the  report  of  the  event  itself   in  1854. 


NUMBER  of  teachers,  including  Mr.  Dole, 
Mr.  and  Mrs.  Kice  among  others,  come  out 
of  building,  followed  by  several  students. 
Mr.  Dole  groups  pupils  together  under 
tree  while  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Rice  come  front 
to  greet  people  arriving  from  town  in  bug- 
gies, and  high,  almost  closed  carriages. 
The  guests  include  members  of  the  mis- 
sion families  and  friends  of  the  school, 
such  as  Mr.  and  Mrs.  C.  E.  Bishop.  They  group  under 
shade  of  kamani  tree,  pupils  having  brought  out  benches 
for  them  and  for  themselves,  audience  facing  makai 
toward  tree  where  are  grouped  Clark,  Armstrong,  Damon, 
Dole,  Beckwith,  Lowell  Smith.  Pupils  sit  together  at 
right  of  the  speakers,  facing  front. 

Clark. 

Let  us  invoke  God's  blessing  on  this  gathering !  ( Stands 
an  instant  with  hand  raised  and  head  bowed,  then  sits 
down.  Chorus  of  pupils  then  rise  and  sing  the  "Pilgrim 
Chorus"  from  Verdi's  "I  Lombard!.") 

PILGRIM  CHORUS 

From  afar,  Gracious  Lord,  thou  hast  gathered 
Thy  flock  on  the  shores  of  the  ocean. 
Thee  they  owned  as  their  God  and  their  Father ; 
And  when  left  in  the  wild  waste  forlorn, 
Still  they  served  Thee  with  steadfast  devotion. 
Hear  the  cry  which  their  children  are  sending 
With  the  accents  of  penitence  blending, 
Save  thy  people  from  peril  and  scorn. 
Oh,  let  peace  bend  its  iris  arch  o'er  us, 
Gentle  breezes  and  waves  with  our  voices, 
Sing  of  light,  love,  and  freedom  in  chorus, 

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Till  the  Eden  of  old  be  renewed. 

Ah !  our  sins  would  call  down  thy  displeasure, 

But  thy  goodness  the  sad  heart  rejoices, 

Be  thy  mercy  displayed  without  measure, 

And  by  mercy  our  souls  be  subdued, 

And  by  mercy  our  souls  be  subdued, 

Our  souls  be  subdued,  our  souls  be  subdued. 

(After  pupils  are  seated,  Armstrong  rises.) 

Armstrong. 

The  Punahou  School  had  its  origin  in  the  wants  of  the 
children  connected  with  the  families  of  the  American  Mis- 
sion in  these  islands.  Burdened  with  pastoral  cares,  the 
parents  found  themselves  unable  to  devote  the  necessary 
time  to  their  children.  To  send  them  afar  off  at  a  tender 
age  was  both  unnatural  and  inexpressibly  painful.  There 
grew  up,  therefore,  in  this  garden  spot  a  school-home 
which  has  formed  a  very  important  part  of  the  missionary 
establishment. 

Today  is  an  epoch-making  day.  That  Punahou  School 
has  by  an  enlarged  charter  been  transformed  into  the 
Oahu  College.  We  have  come  together  to  inaugurate  our 
first  President,  Kev.  Edward  G.  Beckwith,  who  for  the  last 
three  years  has  served  our  Royal  School  with  such  marked 
success.  Brother  Damon,  the  Vice-President  of  our  Board 
of  Trustees,  will  administer  the  oath  of  office.  (Arm- 
strong sits  and  Damon  rises.) 

Damon. 

Mr.  Edward  G.  Beckwith.  (Beckwith  rises.)  By  an 
unanimous  vote  of  the  Board  of  Trustees  of  the  Oahu  Col- 
lege, you  have  been  chosen  as  the  first  President  of  that  In- 
stitution. You  do  now  publicly,  and  in  the  fear  of  God, 
assume  this  high  and  responsible  trust. 

Beckwith. 

I  thank  the  Board  of  Trustees  for  the  confidence  which 
they  have  reposed  in  me,  and  for  the  honor  which  they 
have  conferred  on  me  in  electing  me  to  this  office. 

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Damon. 

On  behalf  of  the  Board  of  Trustees,  it  becomes  my  duty 
to  declare  you  as  duly  inaugurated  and  invested  with  this 
office,  in  token  of  which  I  hereby  present  you  with  the  keys 
of  the  Institution.  Having  now  invested  you  with  the  in- 
signia of  your  official  station,  Mr.  President,  as  the  head  of 
the  Oahu  College,  I  cannot  refrain  from  offering  a  few 
brief  remarks  naturally  suggested  by  this  occasion.  ( Beck- 
with  sits. )  This  was  recently  a  land  of  darkness,  but  into 
the  very  midst  thereof  the  schoolmaster  pushed  his  way, 
holding  up  the  lamp  of  learning,  lighted  at  the  altar  of 
Christianity.  Darkness  made  visible  is  now  passing 
away,  while  civilization,  commerce  and  Christianity  are 
struggling  and  combining  their  forces  to  gather  upon  Ha- 
waiian shores  the  elements  of  true  national  prosperity. 
There  are  opposing  influences,  but  it  needs  no  prophet's 
ken  to  foresee  which  shall  triumph.  A  good  beginning  has 
already  been  made  in  our  school  here. 

Kespected  Sir,  allow  me  to  pledge  you  and  your  asso- 
ciate, Rev.  Daniel  Dole,  the  cordial  sympathy  and  support 
of  the  Board  of  Trustees  in  the  furtherance  of  their  plans 
for  the  new  Oahu  College.  (Damon  sits,  Beckwith  rises.) 

Beckwith. 

The  enterprise  which  has  called  us  together  is  new.  We 
are  laying  the  foundations  of  what  we  hope  may  hereafter 
be  a  symmetrical  structure. 

He,  only,  is  a  true  teacher  who  can  awaken  in  the  young 
mind  a  consciousness  of  its  own  powers,  and  fasten  there 
an  enthusiastic  determination  to  strive  to  fulfill  its  high 
responsibilities. 

Provide  an  institution  with  a  corps  of  such  teachers, 
and,  if  necessity  requires  it,  your  library  shelves  will  not 
long  be  empty,  nor  your  philosophical  collections  be  limit- 
ed to  a  broken  electrical  battery  and  a  squeaking  orrery. 

There  is  a  question  which  is  sometimes  asked.  Parents 
have  sometimes  said  to  me :  "Do  you  think  it  will  pay  to 
educate  my  son?  Isn't  he  rather  dull  and  unpromising?" 
Pay?  Will  it  pay  to  train  your  son  to  be  a  man?  What 

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do  such  parents  mean?  Because  the  eyes  of  their  child's 
mental  vision  are  feeble,  will  they  close  them  utterly  with 
the  weight  of  ignorance?  Do  parents  ever  so  deal  with 
their  child's  physical  nature?  Do  they  not  rather  feel 
themselves  under  greater  obligation  to  care  for  the  weakly 
one,  sparing  no  expense  to  overcome  his  infirmities  and 
give  him  a  strong  and  vigorous  body?  Why  then  should 
they  neglect  to  educate  the  mind  because  it  is  dull  or 
feeble? 

But  there  is  a  higher  reason  than  these  why  your  chil- 
dren should  be  educated.  God  requires  it.  He  requires 
that  men  should  love  him  with  all  the  heart,  and  with  all 
the  soul,  and  with  all  the  mind;  not  with  a  mind  that  is 
suffered  to  run  to  waste,  untaught,  undeveloped ;  but  with 
a  mind  trained  and  fitted  for  His  service. 

Two  principles  I  would  leave  with  you  in  regard  to  our 
young  college  here.  For  the  highest  good  of  a  country,  its 
mental  resources  must  be  developed  within  itself,  and,  as 
far  as  possible,  by  its  own  agencies.  And  I  would  have  a 
college  here  that  our  sons  may  l>e  educated  as  far  as  pos- 
sible under  a  home  influence  and  a  parental  guidance. 

Let  us  build  a  temple  where  learning  may  be  enshrined ; 
on  whose  altar  art,  and  literature,  and  religion  may  lay 
their  holiest  offerings.  (Beckwith  turns  to  sit,  others 
rise,  grasp  him  by  the  hand,  audience  gathers  round,  mur- 
mur of  voices.  All  disperse.) 


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EPISODE3Znr.  FRIDAY   AFTERNOOR 
AN  OPEN  MEETING    OF  THE 
FUNAHOU    DEBATIM& 
SOCIETY     ISfei. 

Suggested  by  boyish  records   of  actual  proceedings   in  the   fifties. 


FEW  teams  drive  up  with,  ten  or  twelve 
children  and  two  or  three  older  people. 
Thirty  or  forty  pupils  and  a  few  teach- 
ers, including  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Mills  and 
Win.  Bailey,  flock  out  hilariously  to  meet 
them;  they  descend  and  teams  drive  off. 
Much  chatter  as  they  seat  themselves. 
Henry  Baldwin  (oldest  boy  as  chairman). 

There  seems  to  be  indecision  in  our  ranks.  Shall  we 
return  to  our  hot  school-room  for  discussion?  Or,  as  some 
propose,  give  lungs  and  heads  the  benefit  of  an  out-of-door 
debate  here  under  our  old  tree?  (Shouts  of  "Here! 
Here!"  "No,  let's  go  inside!") 

Baldwin  (clearly). 

It  must  be  put  to  vote.  All  those  in  favor  of  open  air 
discussion,  say  Aye!  (Shouts  of  Ayes.  }  All  those  op- 
posed to  fresh  air,  say  No!  (Feeble  squeak  of  Noes.) 
The  Ayes  have  it!  (Majority,  with  teachers,  group  in 
front  of  and  makai  of  kamani  tree,  sitting  on  the  ground, 
facing  mauka  where  a  group  of  debaters,  older  boys, 
gather,  one  side  sitting  with  backs  to  school  building  fac- 
ing both  audiences,  opposite  side  sitting  mauka  front  of 
them  facing  stage  audience  and  half  facing  big  audience. 
Between  the  two  sides  sits  the  chairman  on  a  stump  rolled 
out  for  him  by  two  small  boys  from  behind  building. 

Baldwin. 

Ladies  and  Gentlemen:  The  subject  for  today's  dis- 
cussion chosen  by  the  society  at  its  last  meeting,  is 
Food :  The  ways  in  which  it  should  be  used ;  the  proper 

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quantity  to  be  taken ;  and  the  quality  of  that  quantity.    I 
call  upon  Mr.  Thurston  to  open  the  discussion. 
Tom  Thurston. 

Mr.  Chairman,  in  this  discussion  the  first  point  to  be 
settled  is  the  articles  which  we  shall  deal  with  as  food. 
We  must  consider  as  food  all  edible  liquids  and  solids. 
Will  Castle  (springs  to  his  feet,  waving  arm  in  air). 

Mr.  Chairman :  I  take  exception  to  this  arbitrary  man- 
ner of  opening  the  debate.  It  must  be  clear  to  every  per- 
son of  intelligence,  that,  for  example,  salt  water  and  raw 
taro  are  an  edible  liquid  and  solid.  (Hotly.)  Also,  con- 
sider alcoholic  and  narcotic  beverages.  Have  we  not  the 
divine  command  that  we  look  not  upon  the  wine  when  it  is 

red?    How  can 

Baldwin. 

Mr.  Thurston,  (who  has  remained  standing)  it  is  now  in 
order  for  you  to  define  the  conception  edible. 
Thwrston. 

Mr.  Chairman:  I  do  not  stand  corrected,  for  if  my 
fiery  opponent  had  observed  the  rules  of  debate,  I  should 
have  had  time  to  say  that  by  edible  is  meant  everything 
which  may  be  taken  into  the  body  through  the  mouth  and 
absorbed  by  the  body  without  injury  to  that  body.  I 
might  add  that  edible  is  derived  from  the  Latin  word  edo, 
to  eat.  (Shout  of  "Hear!  Hear!  No  classics!"  from 
rear  of  audience.  Chairman  rises  and  speaks  sternly.) 
Baldwin. 

It  becomes  necessary  for  me  to  appoint  Mr.  Bond  from 
my  left  and  Mr.  Clark  from  my  right  to  act  temporarily 
as  moderators  among  the  audience.  (They  rise  and  go 
back  of  audience  where  they  stand.)  Should  any  dis- 
order occur  among  members  of  the  debating  society,  I 
must  beg  to  be  informed  of  such.  (Frank  Lyman  springs 
up  at  left. ) 
Frank  Lyman  (a  thin  boy). 

Mr.  Chairman. 
Baldwin. 

Mr.  Lyman. 

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Lyman. 

I  move  that  we  now  consider  our  second  point,  the  quan- 
tity to  be  taken. 

Charlie  Cooke  (a  fat  boy,  on  same  side,  eagerly). 

I  second  the  motion.  (Shout  from  back,  "Oh,  Fatty!" 
A  moderator,  Clark  or  Bond,  steps  quickly  up  to  Chair- 
man and  whispers  in  his  ear. ) 

Baldwin. 

It  becomes  my  grievous  duty  to  report  a  misdemeanor 
on  the  part  of  a  junior  member  of  the  society.  A  motion 
for  a  vote  of  censure  against  the  name  of  Mr.  Horatio 
Bailey  is  now  in  order.  (Holding  up  a  warning  hand.) 
Let  me  remind  the  society  of  Article  31  b  of  our  Constitu- 
tion and  By-Laws  which  brings  suspension  upon  a  mem- 
ber receiving  three  votes  of  censure. 

Sam  Wilcox. 

I  move  that  two  votes  of  censure  be  imposed  upon  Mr. 
Bailey.  ( Three  or  four  on  opposite  sides,  simultaneously, 
"I  second  the  motion.") 

Baldwin. 

It  is  moved  and  seconded  that  two  votes  of  censure  be 
imposed  upon  Mr.  Bailey.  Those  in  favor,  please  stand. 
(Entire  company  rises,  contestants  and  non-contestants, 
except  culprit. )  It  is  a  vote.  (All  sit.  Pause.)  What  is 
your  pleasure  in  regard  to  the  continuance  of  our  debate? 
Abraham  Kahai  (long  and  lanky,  slowly  gets  to  his  feet, 
drawling). 

Mr.  Chairman,  it  would  seem  as  though  the  temper  of 
the  society  were  less  edibly  than  pugnaciously  inclined  to- 
day. I  therefore  move  that  the  subject  now  under  discus- 
sion be  closed  and  that  a  new  subject  — 

Baldwin  ( interrupting ) . 

Only  one  motion  is  in  order  at  a  time,  Mr.  Kahai.  Is 
there  any  second  to  this  motion? 

Charlie  Cooke  (vigorously). 

I  second  the  motion  on  the  ground  that  it  is  too  soon 
after  lunch  anyway  for  such  discussion.  (Loud  snores 

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from  rear  of  audience,  where  moderators  are  seen  prod- 
ding sleepy  heads  who  are  falling  against  their  neighbors 
and  causing  disturbance. ) 
Baldwin  (sternly). 

A  second  to  the  motion  before  the  house  is  in  order,  but 
accompanying  remarks  are  utterly  unconstitutional.  It 
is  moved  and  seconded  that  the  present  unprofitable  dis- 
cussion be  abandoned.  Those  in  favor,  please  raise  the 
right  hand.  (All  contestants  and  some  in  audience  raise 
right  hand ;  some  of  the  sleepy  ones  ostentatiously  put  up 
left ;  cries  of  "Go  to  bed !  Sleepy-head !"  Moderators  step 
carefully  about  again  prodding  sleepers,  roughly  putting 
down  their  left  hands  for  them  and  jerking  up  the  right 
ones.) 
Baldwin. 

It  is  a  vote.     Mr.  Kahai,  your  second  motion  is  now  in 
order. 
Abraham  Kahai  (shambles  to  his  feet,  always  drawling). 

Mr.  Chairman,  I  would  now  put  before  the  society  the 
question :  Shall  slavery  continue  to  be  a  system  of  labor 
in  the  United  States? 

Baldwin. 

The  subject  is  so  timely  a  one,  Mr.  Kahai,  that  its  dis- 
cussion may  be  considered  open  without  formality.  Mr. 
Kahai  has  the  floor.  ( Sleepy  shout  from  rear :  "Let  him 
keep  it!") 

Kahai  (who  has  remained  standing). 

It  is  needless  to  state  the  question  more  fully  or  to  enter 
into  hair-splitting  definitions.  It  becomes  a  question  of 
humanity.  Shall  one  human  being  own  another?  I  am 
sure  that  any  rational  being  will  not  so  demean  his  race 
as  to  claim  that  a  human  being  can  be  bartered  like  an  ox 
or  a  cord  of  wood. 

Wm.  Rowell  (rising). 

Mr.  Chairman. 
Baldwin. 

Mr.  Rowell. 

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Rowell. 

Mr.  Chairman,  my  worthy  opponent  begs  the  question 
in  calling  on  rational  beings  to  decide  it,  for  it  is  an  ac- 
knowledged fact  that  the  negro  is  mentally  less  fully 
equipped  than  rational  white  beings  and  cannot  in  the 
same  breath  be  classed  with  them.  (Sits.  Castle  starts 
to  rise. ) 
Baldwin. 

Mr.  Kahai  has  the  floor. 
Abraham  Kahai  (continuing). 

Mr.  Chairman,  since  it  seems  necessary,  I  beg  leave  to 
remind  my  opponents  of  the  Punahou  boys  who  are  risk- 
ing their  lives  in  the  northern  ranks.  You  all  know  them. 
They  are  Sam  Armstrong,  Nat  Emerson,  Will  Forbes 
and  James  Chamberlain.  Can  we  conceive  of  their  fight- 
ing for  any  but  a  noble  cause? 
Castle  (jumping  up). 

I  object.  Personalities  must  not  enter  into  pure  debate. 
Baldwin. 

Your  interruption,  Mr.  Castle,  can  be  overlooked  only  in 
overruling  your  ill-timed  objection.      (Castle  sits.)      Mr. 
Kahai  continues  to  have  the  floor. 
Kahai. 

Can  any  of  us  ever  forget  Sam  Armstrong's  last  debate 
three  years  ago?  How  he  carried  us  all  along  on  the 
waves  of  his  eloquence  in  his  argument  against  war?  I 
can  hear  him  still :  "The  destiny  of  Man  is  to  glorify  his 
Creator.  Does  Man  fulfill  that  manifest  destiny  by 
mutilating  and  killing  his  brother  man?  No,  a  thousand 
times,  no!  The  blighting  horrors  of  war  are  never  ut- 
tered, it  is  only  the  praise  of  conquerors  that  we  hear! 
And  let  me  tell  you  that  there  is  no  hope  of  war's  passing 
until  peace  has  been  made  as  virile  and  attractive  as  war. 
Fellow  citizens,  the  Dove  is  no  match  for  the  Devil!" 
That  was  our  Sam!  And  yet  he  fights  today,  (murmurs 
of  approval)  because  he  knows  the  North  is  right! 
(Shouts  of  "Eight!  Right  it  is!")  Mr.  Chairman,  may 
we  not  waive  ceremony?  Chairman  nods.  Speaker 

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turns  to  audience — no  longer  drawling,  but  in  terse,  vigor- 
ous tones.)  I  appeal  to  the  house.  Shall  slavery  continue? 
Shall  America  be  divided?  (A  long  shout  of  "No !"  brings 
entire  gathering  to  its  feet.  Speaker  starts  "Battle 
Hymn  of  Republic,"  is  joined  by  all,  even  the  Pageant 
audience  is  impelled  to  its  feet  and  joins  in  volume  of 
sound.) 

BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC 
Words  by  Julia  Ward  Howe 

I. 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the  Lord ; 
He  is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of  wrath 

are  stor'd; 

He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible  swift 
sword ; 

His  truth  is  marching  on. 

REFRAIN. 

Glory,  glory,  Hallelujah,  Glory,  glory  Hallelujah, 
Glory,  glory,  Hallelujah,  His  truth  is  marching  on. 

II. 

He  hath  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  never  call 
retreat ; 

He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before  his  judgment- 
seat; 

Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul,  to  answer  Him, — be  jubilant,  my 
feet; 

Our  God  is  marching  on. — Ref . 

III. 

In  the  beauty  of  the  lilies  Christ  was  born  across  the  sea, 
With  a  glory  in  His  bosom  that  transfigures  you  and  me : 
As  He  died  to  make  holy,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free, 
While  God  is  marching  on. — Ref. 

(Toward  end  all  on  stage  start  marching  off,  repeating 
chorus,  one  group  returning  to  school  building,  the  other 
off  makai  center.  Audience  sits  down  as  last  strains  die 
away  from  wings. ) 

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EPISODE  EEC.  QUARTER-CENTURY 
CELEBRATION  •  1866. 


Taken  from  the  report  of  the  occasion. 


REAT  stirring  is 
heard  within 
building.  People 
begin  to  gather 
from  all  points, 


mauka,  makai,  old  bus  comes 
jogging  on  full  of  pupils, 
an  older  boy  driving. 
Great  hilarity  of  greeting. 
President  Alexander  steps 
to  a  little  platform  built 
around  the  kamani  tree  and 
taps  on  the  tree  for  atten- 
tion. Crowd  faces  him, 
greeting  him  with  a  round 
of  applause  before  he 
speaks. 


Alexander. 

We  are  met  today  as  you  know,  to  mark  Punahou's  first 
mile-stone,  to  celebrate  her  twenty-fifth  birthday.  But 
before  we  enter  our  now  historic  dining-room  yonder 
for  the  mental  and  bodily  banquet  prepared  for  us,  I  would 
beg  you  to  tarry  here  for  a  moment  while  an  important  an- 
nouncement is  made. 

A.  F.  Judd. 

It  now  becomes  my  duty  to  announce  to  this  honorable 
gathering  that  for  the  first  time  in  her  existence  Oahu  Col- 
lege is  possessed  of  a  written  history.  (Shout  of  "Three 
cheers  for  our  historian  Judd!"  Applause.  Judd  bows 
and  continues,  weighing  his  words.)  And  this  history, 
having  passed  through  the  hands  of  our  printer,  H.  M. 
Whitney,  ( "Hear,  hear !  Whitney !")  a  copy  of  it  in  pamph- 
let form  lies  at  every  place  set  for  yonder  banquet. 
(Loud  applause.)  I  would  have  no  one  of  you  think  that 
the  compilation  of  this  memorial  has  been  a  simple  task, 
although  it  surely  has  been  a  delightful  one.  The  search 
for  material  has  been  painstaking  and,  in  many  cases, 
arduous. 

Now  I  am  allowed  to  make  myself  the  mouthpiece  of 
a  prophecy  as  the  seer  of  a  vision  about  to  come  true.  At 
no  very  distant  season,  Punahou  is  to  divide  itself,  and  in 
the  division,  is  to  grow  in  size  and  strength.  In  other 
words,  a  preparatory  department  for  little  folk  is  to  be 
opened  in  Honolulu  proper.  Fifteen  years  ago  Punahou 
was  opened  to  all  students,  no  longer  confined  to  those 
connected  with  the  mission  families.  Very  soon  she  will 
open  her  doors  still  wider,  and  with  an  enlarged  faculty 
be  prepared  to  minister  to  the  wants  of  the  very  little 
ones.  (Vigorous  applause,  especially  from  the  mothers, 
some  waving  their  handkerchiefs,  men  their  hats. ) 

Alexander. 

Everyone  here  is  now  doubtless  in  a  mood  to  adjourn  to 
the  twenty-fifth  anniversary  banquet.  (Judd  goes  to  the 
door  and  sounds  the  old  conch  shell.  Amid  great  rejoicing 
and  hilarity  all  turn,  enter  the  building  and  disappear.) 

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EPISODE  IX.  INTERLUDE  A.  THE 
VERY  •  1.ITTL.E  •  FOL.K. 

The  growth  of  the  pool  is  shown  in  symbolic  dance  by 
children.  One  group  comes  first  as  clouds,  settling  above 
pool ;  the  next  as  rain ;  the  third  as  water-lilies  appearing 
from  under  the  rain  dancers.  The  picture  thus  formed  re- 
mains in  tableau  till  the  end  of  the  scene. 

A  flute  begins  to  sound  back  of  the  building,  a  troop  of 
little  children  appear  at  all  points  on  the  stage,  and  led 
by  the  flute  all  converge  toward  center  near  mauka  wing, 
wondering,  listening,  looking,  uttering  no  sound.  The 
flute  continues.  An  older  child  appears  at  door  of  makai 
wing  of  building,  with  tiny  flame  (that  of  Prolog  Spirit 
in  miniature)  and  crossing  to  where  children  stand  spell- 
bound, gives  the  flame  to  one  of  them.  The  spell  is  broken. 
Fountain  begins  to  play  higher.  Children  begin  to  dance 
toward  pool,  circling  about  flame-bearer,  and  sing  "The 
Song  of  the  Morning  Stars,"  one  flute  accompanying,  an- 
other diverging.  Dancers  leaning  over  the  pool  as  they 
move,  catch  the  star-like  reflection  of  the  flame  on  the 
water. 


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flame-bearer;  all  lilting  snatches  of  the  song,  they  disap- 
pear, some  into  the  building,  some  among  trees  makai, 
flame-bearer  and  older  child  together  into  the  building. 


EPISODE  X.  A- REUNION -IN -THE 
EIGHTIES.  BOTH  -THE-  FORTIETH 
AND  •  FIFTIETH  -ANN  IVERS  ARIES. 


AUSE  after  children  disappear.  Natives 
with  the  various  elements  of  a  big  luau 
come  in  from  different  directions. 
William  H.  Eice,  Sr.,  then  appears  from 
makai  center,  directing  natives.  Some 
spread  Ji-leaves  and  ferns  for  a  table  on 
the  ground  between  kamani  tree  and  build- 
ing extending  mauka,  makai.  Some  throw  hibiscus  and 
other  bright  flowers  on  table,  set  little  bowls,  dishes  and 
leis  at  different  places.  A  few  idle  helpers  singing  to  an 
ukulele  are  roundly  scolded  by  the  others.  Mr.  Eice  is 
everywhere,  directing  in  his  capable,  genial  way.  Present- 
ly they  open  the  imu  in  among  the  trees  makai  of  the  build- 
ing, and  take  out  chicken  and  pig  in  ti-leaves.  Sound 
of  approaching  multitude.  Eice  and  natives  continue 
with  their  preparations  during  the  entire  scene,  quietly, 
and  back  of  the  big  gathering.  Participants  come  from 
all  directions,  some  riding,  others  in  different  kinds  of 
vehicles  which  disgorge  passengers  of  all  ages  and  pass 
off  stage  makai,  drivers  returning  where  possible.  Much 
jubilation.  Some  chatting  in  groups  front,  Mr.  Eice  and  his 
assistants  often  driving  off  curious  youngsters,  juvenile 
and  adult,  who  come  sniffing  about  the  luau,  rubbing  their 
stomachs  gleefully  and  shouting,  "Yum,  yum!"  At  last 
Eice,  getting  provoked,  shouts  out  to  General  Armstrong. 
Rice  (waving  a  stick  at  him) . 

Hi,  you  old  black  Sam  tha',  you  quit  poaching  on  my 
preserves ! 

Armstrong. 

Preserves!  Oh,  go  on,  Willy,  you  aren't  telling  me 
you've  got  nothing  but  preserves  there  after  I've  traveled 
five  thousand  miles  to  get  a  taste  of  real  live  pig  again ! 

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Rice. 

What's  there  is  none  of  your  business,  Sam,  yet! 
(Brandishing  stick  again,  as  Sam  steals  nearer).  And  I 
warn  you  that  if  you  don't  skip  out  this  minute,  that  very 
well-preserved  face  of  yours  is  going  to  disappear  forever 
from  history!  Hampton  or  no  Hampton!  (Here,  Sam 
being  already  out  of  ear-shot  and  very  busily  courting  one 
of  the  "old  girls,"  taking  her  fan  and  fanning  her  atten- 
tively, Eice  gives  the  wink  to  Sanford  Dole,  who  is  stand- 
ing at  the  mauka  end  of  the  table ;  Dole  then  raises  to  his 
lips  the  old  "Boarders"  conch-shell  and  produces  a  sonor- 
ous blast.  All  turn  toward  him  and  approach  the  table 
which  has  been  extended  makai  of  kamani  tree  toward 
front  to  form  a  long  crescent.) 

Dole. 

Come  ye  people,  and  eat  of  the  first  satisfying  feast  ever 
prepared  'neath  the  shadow  of  these  classic  walls !  Choose 
any  seat  you  can  get !  On  my  left,  delicacies  for  pampered 
malihinis,  even  to  such  detestable  viands  as  cake  and  the 
inevitable  Yankee  Pie !  On  my  right,  toothsome  bits  for 
everyone  "to  the  manner  born,"  utter  satisfaction  for  all 
true  kamaainas!  (Here  Dole  leaves  his  place  for  a  mo- 
ment and  hands  David  Lyman  to  a  seat  at  his  left  where 
he  faces  directly  front.  All  seat  themselves  with  much 
merriment  and  begin  forthwith.  Natives  bring  little 
bundles  of  things  in  tfi-leaves.  Mr.  Rice  is  on  his  knees  at 
the  point  of  the  angle  in  table,  wielding  a  huge  carving 
knife  and  fork  over  the  several  pigs  and  chickens. ) 

Dole  (rising  and  waving  a  yellow  lei.) 

It  now  becomes  my  pleasant  duty  to  introduce  to  you, 
not  a  stranger,  but  our  toastmaster,  our  old  comrade, 
David  Lyman. 

Lyman  (rising). 

The  committee  does  me  great  honor  in  putting  me  into 
this  toast-master's  chair.  The  seat  seems,  however,  some- 
what prickly — the  toast-master's  chair — am  I  to  cheer  the 
master  toasts  or  master  the  chary  toasts,  toast  the  mas- 
ter's cheer  or  cheer  the  toasted  masters?  In  my  per- 

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plexity,  I  can  hardly  do  better  than  call  for  a  word  on  the 
newest  Punahou  School. 
Armstrong  (rising). 

If  I  were  consulted  in  this  matter,  I  should  like  to  men- 
tion my  school,  of  course,  in  Virginia  (cheers),  but  I  bow 
to  the  general  sentiment  and  toast  (raising  glass)  our 
new  Punahou  Preparatory,  erected  over  the  spot  where  I 
was  born ! 
Lyman. 

The  latest  motor  vehicle,  our  rapid  transit. 
W.  R.  Castle. 

Behold,  behold,  the  car  of  Juggernaut;  (beckoning  ma- 
kai,  Payne's  new  mule  bus  comes  rattling  on.  Glasses 
raised.  Simultaneously  Frank  Barwick  drives  an  old 
ramshackle  bus  across,  attempting  to  race  Payne's,  both 
off  mauka). 
Barwick  (shouts). 

Jugger  naught!     This  is  the  Jehu! 
Lyman. 

Our  quiet  financiers. 
F.  C.  Atherton. 

We  honor  here  our  venerable  treasurer,  S.  N.  Castle,  for 
forty  years  the  holder  of  Punahou's  purse-strings,  with 
never  a  dollar  lost!  And  with  him  our  two  other  great 
treasurers,  C.  M.  Cooke  and  P.  C.  Jones.  All  honor  to  the 
three ! 
Lyman. 

Our  gleaming  literary  light ! 
C.  H.  Cooke. 

And  long  may  it  gleam  on  the  silvery  stream 

Of  our  scribbler,  H.  H.  Parker ! 
Lyman. 

Our  ancient  bathing  pond ! 
W.  F.  Dillingham. 

This  can  mean  no  other  than  those  whose  motto  runs, 
"Let  not  thy  left  hand  know  what  thy  right  hand  doeth," 
and  who  have  converted  our  muddy  pond  into  the  clear 
bathing  pool  there, — G.  N.  Wilcox  and  H.  P.  Baldwin! 

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Lyman. 

"The  mind  of  Hawaii !" 

W.  O.  Smith. 

Let  us  drink  deep  to  the  one  man  of  whom  this  has  been 
said,  Punahou's  teacher,  president,  trustee,  historian  and 
friend,  William  Dewitt  Alexander ! 

Lyman. 

Punahou's  untiring  benefactor ! 
L.  A.  Thurston. 

Since  her  inception  Punahou  has  learned  to  look  for 
help  and  sympathy  to  the  young  business  man  who  in  the 
earliest  days  used  to  ride  out  to  "play  ball  with  the  boys" 
and  who  thru  a  long  life  has  repeatedly  set  upon  our 
campus  the  seal  of  his  belief  in  Punahou.  Our  longest 
cheer  for  Charles  K.  Bishop  and  his  noble  wife,  Bernice 
Pauahi. 

Lyman. 

Our  old  trustees  and  many  friends ! 
A.  B.  Lyons. 

Must  I  then  represent  the  lions  of  the  occasion?  Our 
heartiest  shout  for  trustees  and  friends,  old  and  young! 
To  all  Punahou's  numerous  friends  a  rising  cheer ! 

Lyman. 

And  now,  Brethren,  my  eager  desire  for  your  welfare 
makes  me  propose  a  little  exercise  for  this  well-laden  body ! 
(Laughter  as  people  begin  to  rise  and  disperse.)  Now  if 
you  will  clear  a  track  down  to  old  Pohakuloa  there,  I  think 
Brother  Hitchcock  will  organize  a  track-meet  here! 
(Group  of  old  boys  gathers  at  kamani  tree,  crowd  masses 
joyfully  back  of  the  line,  some  also  on  mauka  end  at  start ; 
W.  L.  Whitney  races  down  alone  and  climbs  to  top  of  Po- 
hakuloa  shouting  as  he  stands  there,  "I  will  be  the  judge 
from  here !"  Ten  or  twelve  of  the  "old  boys"  get  ready, 
leaning  over  for  the  start,  one  shoves  another  over,  cry- 
ing, "For  shame,  William,  you're  over  the  line."  Waha- 
lama  blows  a  tremendous  blast  on  the  conch  shell  and  the 
racers  are  off.  Crowd  closes  in,  cheering  separate  run- 

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ners  excitedly,  shouting  out  among  others  such  names  as 
Albert  Wilcox,  Sam  Armstrong,  John  Waterhouse,  Walter 
Frear,  William  Gulick,  Sam  Alexander ;  Sam  Armstrong 
trips  up  and  tears  his  coat  almost  off,  another  stumbles, 
but  all  press  on  to  makai  gate.  Soon  Whitney  calls  out, 
"John  Waterhouse,  Sr.,  is  the  Marathon  victor !"  All  walk 
slowly  back,  the  fat  ones  puffing,  all  laughing. ) 
Dole. 

And  now  we  will  crown  him  with  the  old  Punahou  song ! 
(starts  "Auld  Lang  Syne,"  all  singing  lustily,  orchestra 
assisting,  some  wiping  away  a  furtive  tear.  Little  groups 
begin  to  wander  off,  calling  good-bye  to  each  other  laugh- 
ingly. Snatches  of  the  "Auld  Lang  Syne"  are  heard  as 
the  last  thing  before  silence  reigns  on  the  empty  stage). 

PUNAHOU  SONG 

Words  by  Rev.  Daniel  Dole,  to  the  tune  of  "Auld  Lang  Syne." 

The  present  passes;  days  that  are 

With  days  long  past  combine 
And  so  we  call  them,  view'd  afar, 

The  days  of  Auld  Lang  Syne. 
Wherever  God  our  future  lot 

In  wisdom  shall  assign, 
These  days  shall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  days  of  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Kemembrance  of  companions  dear 

We  in  our  hearts  enshrine. 
Although  no  longer  with  us  here, 

They  live  in  Auld  Lang  Syne. 
Wherever  God  our  future  lot, 

In  wisdom  shall  assign, 
These  friends  shall  never  be  forgot, 

Nor  days  of  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

CHORUS. 

For  Auld  Lang  Syne  at  school, 

For  Auld  Lang  Syne, 
We'll  sing  the  song  our  Fathers  sang 

In  the  days  of  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

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ROLOG  SPIRIT 
emerges  from  the 
building,  if  it  must 
be  by  a  door,  then 
the  door  must  be 
already  open,  not  opened  for 
or  by  her ;  she  seems  a  part 
of  the  building.  She  passes 
around  mauka  end  of  build- 
ing; turning  makai  back  of 
it,  therefore  disappearing 
from  view,  goes  off  stage 
makai  back  and  on  again  at 
makai  end  of  back  platform, 
stopping  near  center  above 


the  spring,  which  is  bubbling  a  foot  or  two  high  and  fall- 
ing into  the  pool.     She  speaks. 

Kapunahou !    No  longer  now  the  new, 

Just  trickling  spring,  for  forty  years  have  passed, 

And  passing,  left  behind  much  memr'y  sweet. 

More  too  is  left  than  memories.     Its  flow 

Has  broadened,  deepened,  carved  out  banks  whereon 

Have  grown  strong  men  and  women,  keen  to  do 

The  tasks  of  long,  hot  days ;  has  brought,  beside 

That  glow  of  early,  high  achievement  here, 

The  rush  and  stir  of  visions  gazing  far 

Along  the  five  and  thirty  years  to  come. 

Behold  the  past  and  future  scene ! 

No  longer  are  those  dusty,  glaring  plains 

Crossed  and  recrossed  by  bare,  reluctant  feet. 

No  longer  must  the  patient  pioneer 

Call  home  a  house  of  mud  and  thatch, 

Nor  wait  thruout  long  weary  months  for  word 

Of  distant  friends.    No  longer  separate 

And  isolated  lies  our  island  home ; 

But,  linked  to  great  America,  she  stands 

The  sentinel  where  cross  all  roads  both  east 

And  west  and  north  and  south,  finger  and  hand 

Upon  the  vibrant  pulse  of  half  the  world. 

And  with  this  fundamental  change,  a  host 

Of  others  crowd  upon  both  eye  and  ear. 

Search  where  you  will,  no  eye  can  there  discern 

A  trace  of  blistering,  sandy  plain.     Concealed 

By  cool  green  trees  and  brilliant  vines,  no  one 

Would  guess  its  ancient  barrenness,  nor  think 

To  cross  it,  as  of  old,  on  foot.     For,  look ! 

Electric  cars  whirl  past  its  doors ;  beneath 

The  soil  artesian  wells  are  loosed,  and  bound. 

On  slender  wires  our  utmost  thought  is  heard 

To  quiver  and  translate  itself ;  on  waves 

Invisible  the  winds  of  heaven  send  forth 

Our  aerograms.     Ships  even,  spurning  steam 

And  ocean's  onward  help,  do  spread  their  wings 

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And  fly  in  air  as  far  and  free,  and  soon 

As  straight  as  ever  homing  bird. 

For  us  at  Punahou  the  keenest  glance 

Discovers  now  no  muddy  pond  nor  patch 

Of  taro  watered  by  our  faithful  spring. 

Instead,  she  lies  the  center  of  the  school 

Where  everyone  may  see  how  loving  hands 

The  stately  columns  of  a  pergola 

Have  raised,  and,  just  below,  walled  in  a  pool 

Where  lilies  rest  their  glossy  leaves  and  lift 

Their  cups,  reflecting  some  the  blue  of  heaven, 

Some,  too,  the  rose  of  dawn,  and  others  still 

With  their  white  petal  fingers  catch  the  gold 

Of  glinting  sunlight  rays.    There  she  lies, 

Our  spring  of  ancient  days,  a  poem  in 

Herself  and  central  theme  in  a  great  song 

Of  joy, — set  in  green  of  grass  and  blue 

Of  sky.    Save  gray  and  gnarled  keawe  trees 

And  passing  glimpse  of  treasured  "Old  School  Hall," 

No  trace  remains  of  those  "adobe  days" 

Long  past ;  instead,  good  friends  have  built,  and  keep, 

Great  study  halls  of  brick  and  stone ;  our  books 

No  longer  lie  about  unhoused ;  for  games 

Out-doors,  athletic  fields  are  here ;  the  click 

Of  type  betrays  our  arduous  business  trend ; 

At  every  turn  machines  of  every  sort 

Create  new  sight  and  sound.    Wise  hands  guide  all 

And  keep  us  standing  foremost  in  the  ranks 

Of  learning;  staunch  and  true,  we  strive  to  know 

Our  Punahou  above  reproach. 

And  yet,  though  olden  days  are  gone,  there  comes, 

As  back  we  look  to  count  the  fruitful  years, 

The  thought  of  all  our  old  "New  Spring"  has  meant. 

And  far  below  the  bustle  of  our  day 

We  hear  within  the  rushing  of  its  stream 

A  voice, — a  warning  voice?    Ah  yes,  to  warn 

And  guide  it  comes,  that  we  may  see  perchance 

In  making  mind  and  body  strong,  we  take 

Too  little  heed  of  that  fair  child,  the  soul. 

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Perhaps  our  forefathers  were  too  intent 
Each  one  on  his  own  soul ;  in  contrast,  we 
Are  scarce  intent  enough?     That  may  well  be. 
And  so  the  spirit  of  our  spring  comes  out 
From  shadowy  years,  that  its  own  word  be  not 
Too  soon  forgot ;  to  look  long  years  ahead 
To  warn,  revive,  inspire  our  hearts  anew. 
And,  looking  back,  we  see  that  eager  face 
Again,  that  child-face,  star-like,  wondering, 
As,  turning  from  his  saddened  reverie, 
He  takes  my  spirit-flame  of  helpfulness 
And  sends  it  gleaming  down  through  all  the  years 
To  shine  far  out  on  distant  lands  and  stir 
Once  more  within  all  hearts  that  fire, — so  bold, 
So  bright, — so  unafraid  to  venture  forth 
With  every  "helping  hand." 


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EPISODE  XI.  PUN AHOU  YESTERDAY 
AND -TODAY. 


T  LAST  line  of 
prolog,  Spirit  ex- 
tends right  hand 
toward  mauka  and 
in  same  direction, 
seeming  to  call  on,  without 
speaking,  groups  of  the 
classes  waiting  in  mauka 
wings;  many  of  them  troop 
on  silently,  looking  up  at 
her.  Tableau  for  an  in- 
stant. Then  she  starts  back 
makai.  This  breaks  the 
spell.  The  big  group  sepa- 
rates and  the  procession  of 
the  seventy-five  c  la  s  s  e  s 
starts,  each  class  in  costume 
and  with  banner,  the  or- 


chestra  accompanying  with  Captain  Berger's  "Overture 
to  Punahou."  1841  leads  on,  raising  banner  with  date, 
across  back  of  stage  mauka  to  makai,  and  passing  very 
slowly  down  stage  and  across  front,  the  whole  procession 
forms  a  large  ellipse,  1841  approaching  1916  again. 
As  1916  troops  along,  across  back  stage,  1841  reappears 
mauka  of,  but  unseen  by  it.  At  this,  the  Prolog  Spirit, 
who  has  been  standing  makai  of  spring,  seeming  to  lead 
the  procession,  tho  unnoticed  by  the  actors  after  the 
"spell"  was  broken,  turns  and  starts  back  mauka,  as  if  to 
welcome  1841  again.  1916  notices  this,  attracted  by  her 
turning,  turns  also  and  meets  the  oldest  member  of  1841 
in  front  of  the  spring,  grouping  about  him,  lowering  ban- 
ner toward  him,  bowing,  and  all  singing  the  song  of 
homage  which  follows,  accompanied  by  orchestra. 


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All  the  other  classes  have  grouped  themselves  in  a  huge 
crescent  extending  to  the  two  front  ends  of  the  stage,  all 
looking  toward  1841  and  1916.  Prolog  Spirit  stands  above 
on  platform  center,  back  of  spring  which  bubbles  up  a  little 
higher  during  the  song.  At  end  of  song  all  classes  raise 
banners  in  air,  looking  at  old  1841  and  extending  banners 
toward  them.  During  the  salute,  the  spring  shoots  up  into 
a  fine  spray  and  continues  to  play  until  the  very  end.  As 
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tracts, falling  back  with  banners  still  held  high  and  group- 
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The  orchestra  changes  to  the  following  Punahou  hymn,  a 
signal  at  which  the  entire  school  of  the  present  day,  Pre- 
paratory and  Academy,  troop  on  to  the  main  stage,  form  a 
huge  Punahou  pennant  in  buff  and  blue,  and  sing  the  Ka- 
Punahou  hymn. 


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spring  and,  with  hands  raised  toward  it,  sing  the  Punahou 
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The  pledge  ended,  all  face  about  for  the  Punahou  cheer 
to  the  tune  of  "Maryland." 

Oahu  wa,  Oahu  wa, 

Punahou,  our  Punahou; 
Mau  a  mau,  oh !  mau  a  mau, 

Punahou,  our  Punahou. 

Seventy-five  years  we've  shown  our  light, 

We  glory  in  Oahu's  might ; 
The  Buff  and  Blue's  a  glorious  sight, 

Punahou,  our  Punahou. 

The  orchestra  then  continuing  to  play  various  Punahou 
songs,  all  the  participants  come  directly  down  stage  to 
greet  parents  and  friends  in  the  audience,  thus  bringing 
the  pageant  to  a  close  and  placing  Punahou's  seventy-fifth 
year  in  the  realm  of  history. 

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 

Tho  the  preface  of  this  Pageant  Book  may  seem  to  some  to 
play  only  on  the  surface  of  things,  its  gratitude  is  all  the  more 
"of  the  still  waters  that  run  deep."  Valuable  aid  has  been  given 
by  such  a  host  of  Punahou  friends  that  they  must,  perforce, 
remain  unnamed.  Direct  acknowledgement  of  sources  has  been 
made  wherever  possible.  In  addition  to  these,  Miss  Hawthorne 
of  the  Cooke  Library  and  Mr.  Lydecker,  the  librarian  of  the 
Hawaiian  Archives,  have  lent  material  assistance.  Miss  Winne, 
Judge  Dole  and  Mr.  Griffiths  have  from  the  first,  by  their  steady 
encouragement  and  tireless  patience  in  proof-reading,  identified 
themselves  with  an  undertaking  which  would,  without  them,  have 
been  impossible. 

Save  the  "Historical  Essay"  referred  to  on  page  28,  the  only 
real  history  of  Punahou  exists  in  brief  accounts  prepared  for  the 
anniversaries  from  1881  to  1906  by  Prof.  William  DeWitt  Alex- 
ander. For  accuracy  of  fact  and  of  expression,  recourse  has  been 
had  to  these  again  and  again,  thus  emphasizing  the  appropriate- 
ness of  the  phrase,  "the  mind  of  Hawaii,"  once  used  to  charac- 
terize Prof.  Alexander. 

ETHEL  M.  DAMON. 
Honolulu,  June,  1916. 


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